Kirsty floated on billowing clouds of bliss ensconced in the warm, comforting embrace of her husbands. She tried to remember a time when she was this content and happy. But she could not. Bjorn was gently nibbling, sucking and licking her nipples, re-igniting flames which after that massive orgasm should have been dormant or at least dulled. Sven too was f...
Sarah sat down on the bed. On it was a newspaper open at a page of advertisements. Some of them were simply a girl's name and a phone number: Ann, Kristen, Chantal, Melissa. Several of the advertisements were larger: New Orleans Club, Cottonwood Lodge, Fifth Avenue Terrace. These advertisements had sketches of girls' faces and statements like "Choice of go...
Both RaleighBoy and Peterspeter have stories on here in which I've drawn inspiration from for this story. I really recommend checking out their work as well, since if it was not for them I would not have had the muse to write this (hopefully) ongoing series. Though both of those stories seem to have stopped being written, I could not have been inspired for t...
--------------- Edited by tangentjoker. Great job, thank you --------------- Early Tuesday, Todd woke up with a strange feeling on his face like a dog was slobbering over it with its broad wet tongue. Drowsy, he forced his eyes open into a slit and realized it wasn't a dog's tongue; it was Samantha's leaky pussy slithering over his face from his chin to h...
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WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. The Touch Pt. 38 Late Nights and Early Mornings Sunday turned out to be not at all as I had planned. My intention had been to go down to the garden centre early to do the watering; check that everything was OK...
ONE In college I had a female friend named Kristin, who everybody thought I was dating, and believe me at the time I wished I had been-- but I was just one of the many guys she kept around her, thanks to being a stacked blonde. A casual friend of mine from one of my classes named Steve was quickly becoming her latest admirer, I thought. One night we all we...
I loved gymnastics when I was a kid and specialized in the floor exercise with tumbling and bounding. Competitions for little kids weren't highly competitive where I lived. If someone was headed to the Olympics or something, they probably moved away to work with a dedicated trainer. My trainer was a high school gym coach who moonlighted for extra money. I d...
Chapter 10 "So, what is it to be done with the prisoners? These aren't situations envisioned very well by the Hague or Geneva Conventions, neither of which have been ratified by the Commandant on our side or the Imperial Wizard on his. Not, mind you, that there is any quarter given much of late. Or asked, for that matter. Kluckers are only surrendering when...
Monday, June 1st, 2020 Isabela Moner hurried nervously through the bustling corridors of Hollywood's prestigious academy, the Sofia Vergara Summer School for Girls. To the untrained eye, SVSSG- as it was known by its students and faculty alike, looked like a perfectly ordinary school. It had classrooms, locker rooms, a cafeteria, a gym- all the components...