Now, I am not the world's most tidy man - that I will admit. But that is not to admit to being a slob. It's just that I am a man living alone and therefore I may not dust as much as some and I may leave a lot of magazines lying around that, to the anally retentive, might seem messy! The house is clean though; no dirty dishes in the sink and the bathrooms a...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * Jessi DeVille jiggled onto the floor of the Kit Kat Klub, her large, unfettered tits swaying proudly with every step of her 6inch white stilettos. The flowing silk skirt she wore was little more than a drama...
Salman used to work for a government company but the pay was measly. He looked around for a private job and finally found one. The Chairman was one Jim Hogg. He and his wife were a nice amiable couple .Their son George was known to have a philandering eye and there were many rumors that he seduced young wives of employees. However they were just that....rumo...
When my son and I moved to a new city, I was a little out of sorts. My divorce had not been pleasant and had left us in a difficult financial situation. Having been a stay at home Mom for sixteen years, my only source of income had been from my husband. Sure, I had a degree in accounting, but I hadn't been near an office for sometime and was quite unaware of...
What a thrill and suspense it was! Remembering those events even today, I feel goose pimples on my arms. Even today, we are unable to comprehend the mind boggling experiences in a short span of time. It was the experience of adventure, suspense, life threatening situation, titillation, excitement, sensuality and most of all subtle and expressive love; all mi...
This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Of course, I encourage you to read the earlier chapter to this story so you'll better understand what's happening and who's who. Enjoy, vote and please comment. * I felt ext...
Dear Readers, I am submitting a real-life incident of my life. Please do not proceed beyond this warning, if you are below 18 years of age. The story is being submitted in parts. If you have any comments, please feel free to write to me at the link below. I am an Indian housewife, aged 42 now. I wish to narrate a true incident in my life, which happened nea...
The next morning I called in my hairdresser, my manicurist, and my masseur and had them all apply their considerable skills (I got them, after all, as a birthday present from the queen of goa, a good friend) to prepare me for what lay ahead. I was going back to work, in a sense, and I wanted to be at my best in all-possible respects, especially the physical....
-- CHAPTER 6: The Houseguests -- *** *SEPTEMBER* "Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly. I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated...
You're not thinking about going to Paris without Charlie and me, are you?" asked Jordan as soon as Gwen had announced her intentions. "Oh, Jordan! I hate to ask anyone to go to funerals. This isn't going to be a fun, romantic trip," pointed out Gwen. "If you'd like to come with us, we'd be extremely glad to have you! I should've known that you'd want to hel...