2. Felt Mountain "Of course I will." I said. I got on my knees and he undid his belt buckle. I loved his gentle but determined gaze and his fingers caressing the back of my head to simulate pushing my head deeper even though I was doing that willfully. His heavy breathing was enough to get me horny even after my orgasm. I was trying to get as much of his...
„Hallo, mein Schatz, ich bin zu Hause“, rief ich, als ich das Haus betrat. Meine Frau Marina war in der Küche und bereitete unser Abendessen vor. „Hallo, mein Schatz, wie war Dein Tag?“ fragte sie und gab mir einen Kuss auf die Lippen. Ich zog sie eng an mich und erwiderte ihren Kuss. Meine Frau war mit ihren sechsunddreißig Jahren noch ein echter Hingucker,...
"Are my tits big enough?" she asked, with a concerned jiggle. "We both know it's not that simple, Marina." The human girl said, as she strolled into the bathroom of the small motel-room, barely clad in a pink, string bikini. We've come a long way, but in competitions like these, the days right before the contest can be the most crucial for preparation." exp...
While I appreciate ALL of the feed back I decided to post this version as I also felt the chapter lacked something. Many thanks to the loyal readers who have followed this story for their comments. I am currently working on a story line for Brad but it will be his story and I must warn that any appearances of Janey and Ren will be GUEST appearances only. M...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
In einer Kleinstadt lebte Marina in einer Neubauwohnung im 1. Stock. An einem Sommertag war sie leicht bekleidet auf ihrem Balkon. Sie trug eine weiße kurze Hose und ein weißes Top. Sie hatte Kinn lange dunkelrot gefärbte Haare und eine Brille. Sie war Mitte 30. Ihre Körbchengröße lag bei 75 C. Gegenüber von ihr wurde gerade ein weiteres Gebäude gebaut. Hier...
I looked at the category "Loving Wives", and wondered. I feel sure this was intended to be stories of the love of one wife per story, and the plural "wives" was because there were many stories in the category. However, this is one chapter about several loving "wives". In the most pedantic sense therefore this is fits the "Loving Wives" category. And in any c...
The events described herein are true. The location and the make of the boat may have been changed to protect the identities of the guilty. I suggest the reader have a look at the first Wendy story, before reading this one, for an idea of our backgrounds. It is important for an understanding of this and other stories. If the reader finds the first story inte...
Background This preferably should be read in conjunction with a knowledge of the seven previous parts that provide a cumulative of the story so far and the imbroglio that was progressively enmeshing and about to smash some of the participants. However this Part rests on its own facts and can be read as a stand-alone story and still be interesting and intri...
The doctor's name was Elizabeth Sandoval. Michael sat watching her as she glanced through the form the receptionist had given him to fill out. She was a slightly plump dark-haired woman, probably around 40. She wore a wedding band and a diamond and sapphire engagement ring. Looking up, she gave him a warm smile. "Okay, Mr. Metcalf. Welcome to Westside Socia...