At our first visit to the Preggo Club I asked my best friend Angela what we should do to enroll as members of the club. Angela and John had taken me and my Emilio to their club, trying to convince us that the club was exactly what we needed. Or more precisely what I needed, now I was pregnant of our first child and my belly began to show it. Just like Angela...
"Almost there. Almost there," I panted. "Come on." Sweat dripped off of my body. My legs ached from the exertion. My chest burned as I desperately sucked in lungfuls of air. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Barbara my wife panted back. Beads of sweat stood on her skin and tiny rivulets ran down her slender neck. Her leg muscles rippled with exertion and her ample...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
When they woke in the morning they made love one more time, this time tenderly, like lovers are supposed to. They revelled in the luxury of the crisp white sheets, in ordering room service for breakfast, and in just having time together. He noticed how she winced when he touched her backside, and, now his lust had somewhat subsided, almost felt guilty for w...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is part of my Neil and Debbie series. Deb and I write our stories together. Her memory is better than mine, and I put the words 'on paper'. This narrative has elements of our real life experiences, occasionally spiced with fantasy. You might be able to guess which is which. The hottest action is near the end of the story. All charact...
I cross my arms a little more tightly, grabbing at my ribs with the tips of my fingers, and breathe slowly. It's hard to keep myself calm, and the more upset I get the more I ramble. Lara is always fine with me rambling. Stream-of-conscious output, both verbal and nonverbal, is a very useful as a therapeutic outlet, she says, but I'm not in the mood. "Kit?"...
Chapter 1 Maddy and Bolt Jones own and operate a recovery 'Health Farm' on a semi-remoted place amid grassland farming and forests on the Banks Peninsular, 90 miles drive from Christchurch, the largest city in the South Island of New Zealand. The peninsular is a rugged but nevertheless charming area, surrounded by marvellous ocean vistas and peppered with...
Summary: A mom & daughter are initiated into a secret lesbian society. This is a 2017 Holiday Season Contest Story so please vote. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, thor_p, BlackRand, Wayne, and Robert for editing this story. PS: This was inspired by many stories I have read over the years, requests by fans, as well as a video series called Mother-Daughter Sw...
The momentum of the night before finally slammed into me as I drove to the University the next day to teach my classes. Slammed onto my chest and for a moment took my breath. The argument, explanation, justification I presented to my husband did make a crazy sense. A sense he must have recognized, and obviously tolerated, borne on the momentum to laugh with...
The room was drenched in the westering sun of late afternoon. A gentle breeze had picked up offshore and, blowing through the harbour and past the banister of the two-chair balcony, was flapping away at the blue serge curtain of their hotel room. White sheets lay tangled, long blonde tendrils lay wavily on a disordered pillows. A shapely shoulder and an athl...