In This Country *****Hey Readers, this is the revised version of the Crystal Series. I hope you like it seeing as how changes in this one compared to the last one. I know you guys want a story as realistic as possible so this is going to (hopefully) meet your expectations. Because I am making this as realistic as possible though, I do think it might not tr...
They had become our closest friends. Since moving to Florida we had not had much time with work and the kids' schools to meet many people. Luckily, John and Anna lived next door and had befriended us on the day we moved in. They were close to the same age yet a few years older and we all seemed to hit it off well from that very first day. John was the large...
Inspired by another series I've just found in Literotica : Kira and Rashid (www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=89548) where the central female character happens to have the same name as my own. Apart from the names and the flaying of Kira in front of the sultan/emperor, the two stories have nothing in common. - - - - Kyrhan woke up. For some reaso...
I got June back to our room without too much difficulty. Thankfully, I didn't have to carry her. She's a big girl, and I'm not as fit as I once was. She was drunk as hell, almost as drunk as New Year's Eve 2016, but not quite. That night she did an impromptu pole dance, flashing her boobs and ass to all of our employees. She was sick for two days after that....
"I really need it tonight baby," Terri whispered to me, as we pulled the car into our favorite club. I knew she did by the way she had been acting the past few days. And when she dressed for this evening she certainly left no doubt. Her shortest, sexiest, black dress with spaghetti straps; her strappy high heels, and wearing her favorite [and mine] crotchles...
I was in the garage, packing up some of the things that had gone by the wayside in all the rush of my big move. There, in the middle of the day, in the middle of my garage, with the door wide open...I found a box of Becky's things. All from the time after Samantha had joined us. All mementos of happier and yet sadder times. Standing there I froze...unable...
I had been away on a last minute business trip for a few weeks. It was not a pleasant time, both due to work which went badly but more so because of what happened the day before I left. Gypsy had made a mistake of note. No, not a mistake. She had known what she was doing. She knew I had been mad, crazy angry when I left. I knew I was justified and was quite...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * "I'm mad as Hell and I won't take it anymore. Now, get the fuck off my lawn!" If you think terrorists are angry, think again. The average middleclass American is much angrier. The aver...
"Pick up!... Pick up!... Pick up!..." In my head my inner voice sounds like an alarm going off, insistent and urgent. Urgent is ok, desperate isn't. Desperate could lead to something bad. The phone rings four times before he picks up. "Come up," is all I say. Sometimes that is all it takes but this time I've called him late and he must have been asleep. H...
Hopefully you will read the earlier stories about how I came to live with my aunt and how I came to dress up as Molly. OK, who am I kidding - How I came to be Molly. But in case you're rushing - I'm a college student who came to live with his aunt. Having no money, we started doing video dates, where I was Molly, a red-headed girl, not Brian, a brown haired...