Summer of 93' Nothing Compares To You Part VIII Continuation of my memoirs of the incredible Summer of 1993. The three of us take a huge step, Natalie moves in permanently. Natalie becomes as much of a spouse to Maggi and me as we are spouses to one another. This move would have far reaching influence both wonderful and sometimes challenging for the rest...
Pins, Chapter V Pins There's a platitude that runs around that women are better at eating out other women than men are. The theory's that since they have a pussy then it's axiomatic that they're better at knowing what their partners would like. I don't presume to think I've graduated to expert status yet, but I'd have to disagree. A good lover, of either s...
The closest friend I had at the time was Lorraine. We were in our first year of college both gone from home sharing an apartment together. Lorraine and I have done everything together; from sharing our first kiss at 18, getting out first tattoos, and purchasing our first vibrators. So it was nothing to share an apartment together, all except for one little d...
NOTE: This is a fantasy intended for the entertainment of adults. "Dad! I wish you wouldn't walk in on me like that!" "What's up, son? Oh, I see what's up!" he snickered. "Spanking the monkey again, are you, boy? Nothing wrong with that." Wally threw a pillow over his lower body and rolled his eyes. "Geez, Dad," he sighed. "Well, then, will you let me fin...
Lorraine looks good in stockings. She always has. She has great legs. I guess that might have something to do with her running the best part of twenty miles a week, week in week out, which she has done since college and throughout our marriage, even on our honeymoon. The locals in Goa loved watching the white woman with long, jet black hair, running each day...
Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would...
The white of the gown reminded Lorraine of the first fallen snow on the first day of winter. A Vera Wang original the bodice was cut low to show her curves but not low enough to be indecent. She was getting married in a church not a whore house after all. The work of art hung regally, constructed of organza and beads that hung on the fabric like tiny diamond...
Wanda-Rose Catron-Mettert was in the throes of orgasm. Her little sister, Wendy Catron, was between her legs, licking Wanda-Rose's pussy like there was no tomorrow. Wanda had cum once already, but that had only stimulated Wendy to lick her older sister harder and faster. One hand was pulling Wanda's pussy lips apart, the other was pulling on Wanda's breasts,...
Note: This story is the nineteenth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
Lorraine Williams came out of the bathroom wearing her nightgown and laid her comb on the dresser. She was a lean, pretty woman with close-cropped hair that had been nearly white since she was twenty-five. She'd awakened before daylight and was about to go downstairs to the kitchen to put coffee on when her husband Bud, wearing only boxer shorts, walked up...