Emma was at home more often than she used to be, so she met Harriett much more frequently than before. Harriett's hours of work were determined by the demands of her job which varied considerably from both week to week and from day to day. Generally, Harriett was as likely to be at home during the day as in the evening or weekend. Emma returned from visiti...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Aria had been indulging in her addiction for just over a month now. More accurately, she and Spencer had been indulging in a mutual addiction, which instead of tearing them apart like Aria had...
Alex followed Layla to the shower. Layla stepped inside the steamy room and Alex followed. Once inside Layla grabbed the soap and started to wash off Alex starting with his prick, which was still half-hard. She giggled and soaped it all up moving to his balls rubbing them gently while the soaped them up. He moaned a little and his dick went from being half-...
Author's note-I'm glad that last pair managed to escape. Honestly, I considered killing them both off, but it seemed right to let that escape just happen. And I think they both deserved it. So, what we know is Irene set Tucker on the path to becoming a Fin for nothing. Why? Because Kyle ended up killing Carlos. Irene intended on having monster Tucker kil...
When I heard that our good friend Helen was gay, I was surprised and delighted. Well, not that surprised, on reflection; Helen was a policewoman, and a pretty tough one at that, and it seemed that most of her lady friends and female colleagues were gay. It was only a matter of time before she came out, really. Even so, it was quite an alluring piece of news....
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow, The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Felicity, are you okay?" Coming out of her thoughts Felicity Smoak stammered, "I'm, I'm fine thanks Caitlin. You?" "Yeah..." Caitlin Snow frowned, "I'm just worried about my friend, and wondering why she wanted to talk to m...
Author’s note: I met Chuck through an ad that I had placed in a local paper, asking for ordinary people to tell me their unusual erotic stories. His story was the only one that was unique (plus he was the only one to respond). Well let me quit rambling on. Here’s Chuck’s story. It was just your particular weekend in July. Matter of fact it was the forth o...
Lizzie, my lesbian friend had tried and failed many times to set me up with different straight friends of hers but there was never that chemistry between myself and her picks for me. We were besties. When one of us was down after a break up the other was always there to listen. Have a cuddle and a drink. We would even sleep together though nothing more untow...
"Yes, of course, I swallow. What he Hell else am I supposed to do with cum after I've sucked it out of someone's cock?" She stuck out her chest and beamed me a wide smile. "I'm not a spitter. I'm a proud swallower. It would be insulting and gross to spit out someone's love juice." Love juice. She calls cum love juice. If that's not so Kathy, then I don't kn...
A WIGAN HANDSHAKE The place: Bob's House of Ass — a local swing shack. The time: 5 PM. Saturday. A party of three — comprised of two women and one guy — enter the pool area. The dude is somewhere in his late 70s. The chicks are in their early 30s. One senorita is obviously a butch lesbian; the other, sensual white trash. Disrobing, the group head straight...