I've been getting a lot of requests lately for an erotic story that really happened to me. And as truth is stranger than fiction, and though the names have been change to protect the guilty, here's another one of my real adventures. And while some may call me white trash when making comments I suppose it is a matter of perspective. DS * * * * * Harry tosse...
Before I get into the story, I have to make it clear that my sister Clarisa is a cunt. A complete and utter selfish cunt. I won't waste too much of your reading time highlighting examples of her cuntliness. I will however tell you that she fucked up my wedding, as my maid of honor, by showing up 2 hours late and stoned. This story begins with my bitch-sibl...
True story. Oh okay, there's a few embellishments, but you're granted some of those when you get older. I've only told this one to my wife. I don't know whom Julie told, but no one ever ragged on me about it, and the pictures never surfaced. This was an event in my life that I consciously attempted to erase from my memory. It was just not the sort of sexual...
by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) Part 16 - "Deborah Commands" ============================ LATER IN 1997, AFTER THE SUMMIT CONFERENCE "It must have been quite a puzzle from Deborah's viewpoint," I chuckled. It was hard not to smile, even though the situation that my lover had just described was dangerous. Deborah, pistol...
The following is a sequel to our story ‘Indian Wife’s Anniversary Gift’. If the reader reads this after reading that, he/she will get the context in which the story is being written. ‘Hello, is that Rahul?’ a male voice enquired on the phone. ‘Yes, may I know who is there?’ Rahul said. ‘My name is Sandeep. We have never met but my wife Barkha is a friend...
(As dictated to me by Elizabeth who wants the world to know what a good slut she is.) My hard nipples are crushed into the varnished maple desktop and my wrists are tied to the desk's legs, my feet similarly trussed although spread wide exposing my pussy and asshole. My soiled panties are stuffed in my mouth and the taste of my own pussy mixed with a fain...
Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved Author's note: As usual, if you're looking for either a lot of sex or aggressive revenge you likely won't enjoy this one and I would encourage you to move on. Constructive comments or criticism is greatly appreciated as they can help me grow. ************************ They say everything works out for the best, and I g...
Rich was walking through from the music rehearsal room through the house to go back to his room when he passed Mark, his personal assistant. "A package came for you, I put it on your bed," Mark told him in the hall. Rich just finished with his vocal lessons for the day. That was all he had on his itinerary. Rick was away, having been gone for five days, w...
Pt. II: Supernatural Seductions Danel continued to drive toward Death Valley Junction. Laurie asked him to stop at the next gas station so she could use the bathroom. They bought soft drinks out of the machine and sat on the hood of a junked car. "Where are we going from here, Danel? C'mon, give me a hint." "In your dreams; your fantasies. Where would yo...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...