Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written. Tina Tina is 29 years old, 5' 4" tall, with shoulder length black hair, and blue eyes. Tina had small, but firm tits...
Anita, her sister, and the contractors. I am a 33 year old single woman. I share a house with my older sister. It all started when I came home early from work a couple weeks ago. As I pulled onto my street there was a pickup truck in front of the house, which made sense since we were having some work done to our deck. As I pulled up I decided to look around...
NOTE: This is the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I was just...
The sunlight comes through my window, and the all too familiar sound of the trains. I notice out of the corner of my eye my bedroom door is wide open, as I throw the bedcovers off to reveal my flowery pink lace panties. Then glancing down to realize I have a raging hard-on. Oh no, my sister is in the hall and coming this way so quickly I cover up. "You don'...
"Pie." {If you are offended by bodily fluids ("gold" and other) extreme fetish and discipline, probably you should skip this story.} * * * * Rae, my sister, knocked and came into the hospital room. I was tied to the portable stretcher and lying there with slimy fuck all over my face and yet happy as a clam. In just about two hours I'd become responsive to...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Bro I need your help!" I asked my cousin over the phone. "I am preparing a special treat for Kareena for when she gets to my house tomorrow and I can't do it alone." Kids were travelling, so house was with me. "Sure, Mandeep, what can I do? What are you planning?" my cousin want...
NOTE: This is one of the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I w...
Sierra was a quiet lady, with light, brown hair that touched her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes were a deep brown, with a warm, gentle gaze. Most tend to describe her as quite pleasant, as she always seems to wear a soft smile. Her day started out as most of her days do. She wakes up to her loving husband. She prepares his breakfast and sends him off to w...
To all My readers out there thank you for the response. I do wish I had an editor even just for the spelling I have run it through spell check and picked up a lot but as I read it and try to pick up the mistakes I get lost in the story and my mind sees what is not there. If any of my readers would like to take on the spelling i would appreciate the help. **...
Well, thanks. But that is exactly what I felt last Christmas, 2014, when my well-intentioned Christmas spirit—or, well, at least my conscientious plan—veered into farce. Not that I didn't enjoy it, at least in the end... Well, that comes out in the story. I want to say, first off, that this is true. It took place on Christmas Eve in a nice suburban town out...