Danach ist Davor… Seit meinem geilen Erlebnis auf dem Rastplatz mit den ganzen Truckern, was für mich durchaus sehr erregend war, sind schon wieder 2 Wochen vergangen… Was aber das Wichtigste von allem für mich ist…von alle dem Haben bis heute, Gott sei Dank, waren ja meine Eltern an diesem Wochenende zu Freunden gefahren und somit hatten meine Eltern überha...
I came slowly and reluctantly awake - I had been dreaming that I was being fucked by several men with huge cocks while my boobs were being sucked and milked. I sighed at the sexy dream and started to move my hand down to my soaked pussy. This small movement jostled my tender breasts and set them to thrumming. I awoke fully. Memory came back to me and I flung...
Kapitel 1 – Das Institut Ein irgendwie futuristisch anmutendes, dunkelgraues Gebäude mit scheinbar drei Stockwerken tauchte am Ende der Sackgasse in diesem Industtriegebiet im Licht der Laternen auf. Bedrohlich wie ein schwarze Quader ragte es in den tropisch heißen, schwarzen Nachthimmel, den nur die Straßenlaternen mit gelblichen Strahlen einige Meter weit...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
A continuing story which is best read from the beginning, just reading a later chapter will not allow you understand the motivations of the main characters. After so intense a time my dearest Chantal slept peacefully all night, when I woke I carefully got up leaving her to rest. I checked her several times during the morning but it was nearly one o'clock wh...
She spent the better part of the hour running her fingers over the top of the envelope, feeling the rough edge scrape her fingers over and over.It was an envelope he'd licked; an envelope he'd stuffed just as surely as one day he would lick and stuff her. He'd eve promised to send her one of his manuscripts. Heart pounding, breath ragged, she could no longer...
If this is your first look at my Chantal stories it will require quite a lot of reading to catch up but they really should be read from the beginning. It was now gone three in the afternoon and my complement of girls was back up to six, just six to entertain what on a normal Friday would probably be upwards of 150 gentleman. This was just about possible wi...
Tina sitzt, leicht verloren, auf dem Barhocker, am Tresen des Strip-Clubs; „NICK NAGLER NACKTCAFFE“. Sie lässt, wiederholt, die Spitzen ihre langen Haare auf ihren, beinahe Nackten, Popo tippen, das leichte prickelnde Piksen, jagt ihr einen wohligen Schauer über ihren Rücken, sie gibt sich dem erregenden Gefühl hin. Geniest es mit jeder Faser ihres sinnliche...
Author's Note: This is a period romance taking place during and after the Civil War in the American south. It is a work of fiction and was written for the 2020 Valentine's Day Contest. This romantic story focuses more on the characters rather than the sex. While there is some sex later in the story, there's not a lot and it isn't all that graphic. If you'...
Chapter 17 Six days after meeting Treya—and fighting the red-eyed men—the group reached Four Roads, a town of thirty-thousand people in the middle of the free lands, halfway between Tyrsall and Telfort. They'd met Jak's caravan along the way, which was heading back east carrying wheat from the beginning of the harvest season. The caravan had been accompani...