My last good lay, Maher Osman is a strong man in every sense of the term. Six-foot-three, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, this Djibouti-born stud attracts the female gaze everywhere he goes. The first time I actually laid eyes on him, I was walking through the world-famous Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis,...
She looked around at the grove of trees, the hills, meadows, and wolves. Everywhere she looked were wolves. Where was she? How did she get here? She tried to hold still as the wolves walked up to her one at a time to sniff her and walk away. She felt rooted in place, her body shivering in fear, her mind in a jumble, not understanding what was happening. Then...
His. She might disagree. But it was the truth. She was his student, his protege, his fuck toy. Currently she was kneeling and suckling his cock as if it were the only source of life for her. Maybe it was. He had selected her carefully, young, poor, lovely as the dawn. She had talent enough that fully trained and developed would rival any Archmage. But wit...
Ron woke up when he felt a pair of warm lips around his cock. He hardened quickly, his erection rising faster than his brain could climb out of its alcohol-induced stupor. "Where am I?" he thought. The floor on which he lay seemed to tilt and spin. Ron was drunk, and someone was giving him a blowjob. Someone who loved dick. Ron had been sucked lots of times...
The wet, gray skies of autumn were blown out to sea by the cold white winter clouds of December. The crisp air made holiday lights glimmer with a brightness that the rain clouds had prohibited. With the need to be indoors comes an opportunity to socialize -- and December brought holiday parties and music. What December did not bring, however, was an opportun...
Pamela loved the plan. In fact, if she and Hal got caught by her husband, Chet, she'd probably love it all the more. She wanted Hal, but she also wanted Chet to know that he'd been cuckolded and both that he wouldn't blame her for it and couldn't do a thing about it. The opportunity for the perfect act of adultery arose with the garden club's plan for the H...
The name is Julianne Bosworth, and I've got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to an English-Canadian father and an Aboriginal Canadian mother. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light bronze skin, long Black hair and light brown eyes, that's essentially me in a nutshell. Exotically beautiful, those are the words I hear...
Nicole stood still in a strange bedroom, right where the stranger had put her. She thought she recognized one of the men in one of the rooms downstairs, but her mind was slow from the drugs. Her breaths started coming even more quickly, and the hairs at the back of her neck raised as she heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Nicole thought she rememb...
This certainly is a long time in coming…and does not really follow the same suit as the two chapters already posted. Hopefully, it is more interesting now. If you like this story, and want to see more, then please tell me (because, at this point, I cant tell if it is pure rubbish or not). Thank you, and enjoy. -Thoros Very little is known about Ellasaria t...
Harley was taking her time in the shower, getting ready for her second date with Cameron. They met recently at the gym, chatting over the water station. A week ago, Cameron had invited her out to dinner. He was good looking, funny and they had a good evening. They had exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up again tonight. They were planning a less formal ni...