Author's note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older. ***** For three and a half years I've been the school slut. Or at least, that's what you'd hear if you asked around. Every school has their "mean girls" clique and mine was Vicky, Leslie, and Mira...
I glanced down at my watch. Three o' five. Katie was supposed to have been here five minutes ago. I checked my desk to make sure I had everything. Yes, it was all there. My grade book and copies of her old tests. Three o' six. She was now six minutes late, but it felt like thirty. I felt a drop of perspiration make its way from my underarm down m...
My wife says to me. Come on I'll help you assume the position so you can get your ass beat and blistered, okay honey? I grunt in the affirmative, all the while thinking, holy shit my ass is going to be spanked in front of a group of women. Besides that I already told them that I want this, and I want it hard. My wife says, let's have you lean over the arm of...
"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated. "...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly. "Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?" "...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she...
Chapter 02: IVO We drive towards town. You pepper me questions about our little adventure at the beach. I answer as best I can, but my thoughts are skipping around like a scratched and dirty CD. I have questions of my own; I am dying to know all about Davy, but I know that I never will. You enjoy leaving me to my own devices far too much. My imagination can...
So... I'm an old married guy. I've been married since I was nineteen and now I'm fifty-three. We, my wife and I, I mean, have something that's pretty, rare now days. We've been married for the entire time, thirty-four years. I'm sure most of you would think it was because we're so wonderfully in love and we share everything and are so open and honest with ea...
Greetings, welcome back to Marginal Life Same as last time, we pick up right where the previous chapter left off. To those sticking with me, thank you for your support. To those that are new, if you haven't already I suggest you read the first two chapters before this one. As always, comments, criticism, and suggestions are welcome. I hope you continue to...
*This is my first attempt at real fiction, so let me know what you think. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. **This story contains adult content and should not be read by anyone under 18 or easily offended. Kira sat bored in class, struggling to follow along with the professor who was droning on and on at the front of the lecture hall. It was mid-a...
Welcome to Chapter Seven of my still-developing story, which is completely true. This story won't make any sense unless you read the first six chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. Also, Chapter Six was in the "Loving Wives" section, so you may have missed it. Click on my name for a link to that chapter. I love getting feedback f...
She giggled as she looked at the tent my cock was making in my pants. "Maybe you should take that out before you hurt yourself," she said. She was still playing with her tit, squeezing hard, pinching her nipple. From time to time her eyes would close as she lost herself in the sensation. "I was a bad girl last night," she said, her eyes still closed. "Mar...