SEX FICTION SEX IS MY KINGDOM... ALL HAIL ME AND MY COCK FUCKING IS LIVING... SO LIVE LONG AND PROSPER YOUR HORNY ASS OFF Sitting in the kitchen of my mother in law Kris Jenner. I'm waiting for my wife Kim Kardashian. I'm not a fan of waiting around. Even though Kris is on her knees, under the kitchen table, sucking me off. She's pregnant with my child......
Hi to all readers. Thanks for all the comments left. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy Mygypsy ****** *I lay stretched out in the shade my stomach full from the cow that Micah killed; I don't stir when someone walks by me on their way to their own section of shade. I have become accustomed to sharing kills that one or another of the toms has made but I stil...
I lay in the grass with Retta for quite a while afterward, resting. That was probably the longest uninterrupted sex session of my life. Which, admittedly, was because my penis was stuck in her vagina. Which was a bit weird. Retta was a beautiful girl - blonde, curvy, with this sort of luscious and soft look to her. And she was laying naked in the sun witho...
This story takes place in the distant past - before smart phones, before internet cafes ... before the internet (when 'you've got mail' meant an envelope with a postage stamp on it). Like most of my stories, this one is hard to categorize: it combines Erotic Couplings and Romance - so I called it a novella. The meaning of the title will become apparent furth...
He pushed the head of the vacuum across the dirty floor. It was wood; there were lots of cracks for dirt to get in. Better yet, it was hardwood, nearing two hundred years old. Continuing to slide the vacuum against the floor, but his mind was still back at hardwood. All this square footage, getting its nightly intimate rub down, Derik was jealous. On top of...
Kendall trudged into the kitchen late morning on Saturday to find her mother bent over rummaging through a cabinet. Donna was adorned only in one of her usual light, thigh-length robes, and in that position, her pussy and ass were ripe for the taking. Prior to last night, the teen would have availed herself of the opportunity; however, this morning, after la...
Chapter 3: The Christmas Party Anxiety hangs like a thick fog in my car as I near the house. My last venture up this lane essentially changed my life, at least my perspective on life, and now I feel like I'm entering a kind of twilight zone or maybe another dimension. A three day Christmas party at Sam Darquesied's bondage ranch... the mind boggles at the i...
The first time that I saw Zara Kelly she was in The Red Dog, surrounded by a bunch of Hooray Henrys in expensive suits. It was late in the summer of 1978 and I had just started contributing to a magazine called Sailors' World. Back in those pre-email days, you either faxed in your copy (but I didn't yet have a fax machine), you put it in the post (making su...
Anna, pushed me in the back with her hand, an oddly clumsy push. her hand twisted over, because it was bent back where she'd managed to crook her arm round me, I suppose it was more of a flap than a push. I grunted, she moved her arm off and clenched her fist, driving it into my side. "Alarm, dummy!" She managed, then with a twist she lay on her side, facin...
As I write these memoirs, my deeply tanned legs are stretched out before me on a lounge chair on my lanai. My pink toenails provide a nice contrast to the aquamarine sea visible in the distance, framed by swaying palm trees on golden sands. I brush a strand of hair from my forehead, and tug my sundress a few inches towards my knees. Looking back, it's hard...