Meghan Markle Stories

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Celebrating the Miracle of Life

by Rembacher on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

I celebrated this anniversary every year. 29 years ago today I was fortunate enough to have an accident save my life, and my family had made sure to celebrate the miracle of life ever since. But this year was different: I was celebrating it with Ashley. I had invited her to come celebrate with me. She knew the story, and tomorrow she was going to see the pla...

Sarah Smiles Orientation week

by smilingsarah on Dec 3, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Sarah spent the last night at home attacking her husband. She wanted to leave him well received as she was going to be away for weeks at a time. He would only be able to see her during the holiday. Eating breakfast she got serious and wanted to ensure that he was okay with this plan of hers to turn herself into a super slut. The look in his eyes gave her to...

Thank You for Shopping at Verizon

by Nympho_maker on Oct 5, 2020
Erotic Couplings

It was just another day of running around paying bills and adulting. I walk into the Verizon store to pay my cell phone bill and everything changed. Meghan greets me as I walk in. As I look up from my phone all I see are a huge set of tits straining against a blouse. The button like ready to pop and the two button undone. There was 5 inches of cleavage and w...

A Womb Exhumed

by ChasPHX on Oct 26, 2020
Erotic Horror

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Hi folks. File this cheery Halloween tale under Erotic Horror, with a capital "H" for Horror. Might want to have a look at the tags before diving in. Or, plow ahead and just see what happens! It's about 6,000 words. Got feedback? Love to hear it. Comments and di...

Meghan Ch. 06

by nan12345 on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Jeremy Yesterday, Friday evening, Meghan called and enquired as to whether or not I had masturbated since she last saw me and, again, I was able to truthfully answer 'no'. The fact is, that I rather like not doing it; I think about it all the time, get hard as can be, frequently leak a little pre-come but then, deliberately, cool myself down by thinking of...

Leah, The Dropout

by themanred on Nov 8, 2017
Fetish

Why did her mom always drop her off right in front of the salon? "Thank you for the ride, mother," Leah said in an icy tone, still mad about the fact that the woman had grounded her for 'talking back.' Leah immediately regretted her choice of words -- she knew exactly how much she sounded like a bratty teenager right now. If she could have afforded a ride...

Cleaning Duty

by RobertJElmhurst on Dec 24, 2019
First Time

It was the summer after my senior year of high school, only a few months until I would be shipping out to the University of Tennessee. I had just gotten my driver's license, and I needed a job for the gas money. Thankfully, my church's custodial staff was a few hands short, and my dad knew just the right people to get me on the Saturday cleaning crew. For m...

Meghan's Awakening Ch. 02

by forentcu on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Meghan went into the bathroom wearing only her bra and sweater. She was still a little shaky from the intensity of the whole experience, so she sank onto the seat of the john gratefully. The stark, fluorescent light of the room made the whole scene in the bedroom seem unreal, like some kind of fevered dream that couldn't possibly be a real part of her carefu...

My Day At High School

by hotgod1816 on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

I go to high school at age 19 and I'm going to tell you about the best day of high school I ever had in my life. I'd grown up to be a very fit person at 6 feet and I didn't have much trouble meeting girls, but there were a few which I always stared at but knew I could never have. One girl's name was Jamie, she had the biggest pair of boobs that a teenager co...

Kurt's Date with Cheri

by deadbeathorse on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

This story is written for A Horse With No Game! :) ***** ____Mrs. Felicia Donner lay upon a steamer chair, beside a small table littered with empty margarita glasses, and cursed the sun. The ultraviolet penetrated her eyelids, burned its way down her optic nerves, and set the ethyl alcohol in her capillaries to a boil. She felt like her head would split i...