I have written most of my stories with a heavy fetish angle. In this story I concentrate more on the Mature BBW genre. I hope this story appeals to more readers than my past stories. I write for the audience. Please leave me a score and comments after you read this short story. ***** My name is Darrell and I am a 22 year old sexually inexperienced man. I a...
Oh this is so good. Bent over the sofa, being fucked from behind. I know its wrong, my husband out working, and I’m here, at home, fucking. Call me a slut, I know its true, but that doesn’t alter the fact that I love this so much. This sex is so much better for knowing that I shouldn’t be dong it. Should be hoovering or ironing or something. Add to that the...
For the first time since establishing a relationship with the man called Randy, the preacher's wife was beginning to fear him. He had taken her miles away from her resort and somewhere deep into the forest. Thoughts of never leaving here began flashing through her mind as the shadows of nightfall cascaded around the island especially deep here in the forest....
Before Concert Fun At Britney Spear’s Hotel Room I hated her music. I hated everything that she stood for. She was pop music made by business people who wear suits and ties. It was made for one purpose, to make money. There was no significance to any of it. She had make-up artists, fashion people, and others waiting on her every need. She stood for everythi...
My wife Heather is a masseuse in a chiropractor's studio. Tall, tanned, toned & lovely, she's sex on a stick. For a long time I'd had a nagging suspicion that, if she met a client she fancied, she wouldn't be past making the most of the situation and the idea of her oiling more than backs, arms & legs made me strangely breathless. I decided to do a little in...
I volunteered for Dr. Street's Sexual Response Study. So, at the appointed hour, I appeared at the Clinic. I was greeted by a pretty young woman in purple scrubs. She was of medium height and build, and she wore her dark hair pulled into a muffin on the back of her head. Her skin was the color of coffee with cream. A name tag proclaimed her to be -- Nina. Sh...
After much loosening of the tongues of the two experienced women, due to the quantities of alcohol consumed, Victoria eventually found her way to her luxurious bedroom with her mind buzzing with newly acquired erotic thoughts. Her senses were also buoyed by her excitement at being somewhere warm and exotic; and as she slid between silken sheets, her hand sli...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using the setting and concepts of the world of the Marvel Universe, which is trademarked by Marvel Comics. I am not profiting financially through this work, and I have no claims on any setting material, characters, or concepts that were created by Marvel Comics. Likewise, I have no claims on any setting material,...
Do you believe in fate? That some things are just meant to be? For the most part I don't, I believe that "luck" is the product of opportunity and planning; lucky people seem to have made the right moves beforehand that leave them in a position to achieve what they want. But, every once in a while something happens that leaves you wondering. I guess there ar...
I'm dressed in a short black leather trench coat, red thong, black nylons, black lace garter belt, black leather mini skirt, 3-inch black pumps, a blue blouse and a navy bolero jacket. Thus attired I'm going out shopping with Victoria for more women's clothes! Our first stop is the downtown shopping mall. She parks her car in the Fifth and Mission garage an...