NOTE: All the characters in this story are above 18. As I write this, I lay beneath the stars, not your stars, stars and heavenly bodies of a place...very far away. I'm wearing a jacket I lifted from some dead hobo and haven't eaten in days, in a desert that just seems to stretch on...forever. How did I end up so far from home? Well, it all started when we...
I don't own any of the characters of Desperate Housewives. They belong to Marc Cherry. I'm only borrowing them... All the characters in this are over eighteen. * The hits and downloads I got for the Parrs 'Fuck me and my Mom' shoot were incredible. It was easily my most popular film, and the clips I circulated on the free porno video sites brought in eno...
Prologue For the next many hours, Zack didn't have to dream of Leila the belly dancer lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. He lived it... and thrice again before dawn. Woken repeatedly by Leila's whimpered pleas, Zack deferred to her specialized dexterity. He allowed Leila to warp his nak...
Anya was only sore for a few days, thankfully. She continued to use a little of the goo that helped soothe her wounded pussy during that time to ensure that there was no lasting effect, and spent her time with her children or cleaning up the house before the closing. They would be flying from Boston to Chicago, and then Chicago on to Duluth. She was going to...
Anya whimpered when Yakov shifted away from her, far enough that his cock came fully out of her mouth and she was sprayed in the face with his remaining cum. She opened her sore mouth to take him back in but stopped, everything in her tightening as something hard and heavy hit the back of her and a cock the goddamned size of Detroit shoved all the way into h...
...and now for more of my adventures from the road... I have been doing a lot of over the road driving. Seems as though I live in my rig sometimes. I have seen pretty much all of the Midwest. I have a run that takes me across I70 through Illinois and Missouri quite often and have created a following. It seems as though I have a fan club out there! I tend...
Zack sat back with a cocky grin. If this didn't convince Terri to be his, he didn't know what would. He had gone out and bought 75 candles and decorated the front room with them. The soft glow of candlelight was the only illumination allowed in his romantic scene. When Terri came home, she would probably flip. He had listened carefully over the weeks that...
Smack! Smack! Smack! Sigh. She was daydreaming again. The same daydream too. The one where Neil gloriously colored her backside a dark shade of pink with his hand while she moaned and writhed in orgasmic bliss, lying face down across his sturdy oak desk. Alicia rubbed her thighs together and squirmed in her seat, trying to soothe the aching need between...
Chapter 4: Curses The first lights of morning shone through the thick light brown material of the tent. As the honey colored light spilled over Zyra's face she began to stir out of her slumber. She awoke slowly, wrinkling her nose as she gained concentration and centered herself. Morning, yes it was morning. Yawning she went to her grooming corner. Pull...
(((Note: All Characters in the following story are based on real people in my life, however it is not a true story. All the character's names are changed. All of the following characters are over 18. This story is about humiliation and a person with a Napoleon Complex, so to speak. If sph isn't your thing, move on.))) * It's been a few months since I lost...