The more I learn of Ambrosia Ranch, Anya, the more I think I should regret. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I should be terrified. I should be looking for a way out. But I can't shake this feeling... I think there's a part of me that thinks this might finally be something worthwhile I can do with my life. And part of me is terrified of that other...
I'm a Navy sailor, not a master spy. My paperwork had Fermin Ramos on it and I didn't have the slightest idea how to get paperwork that said anything else. I was taking on a crazy amount of risk. The trip to Haiti had been chancy, but the weather had cooperated and the small fiberglass hulled sailboat, pushed along by a motor as long as the fuel had held ou...
I'm Rob, a retired senior living in Pismo Beach along the central coast of California. I have just spent the past weekend with two hot and horny ladies at the Pismo Beach State Campground. They are friends but couldn't be more different physically; Nanette is very svelte with nice tear-drop boobs while Hannah is an incredible BBW with huge floppy tits that a...
Daisy is on her way to meet a client in the hotel. Technically she's a maid, but she supplements her income by giving blowjobs to guests. Her housekeeping duties let her identify clients. She snoops around, looking for the magic recipe: only one set of (men's) clothing, porn, condoms. If she finds this recipe she leaves a little note saying there was a sligh...
This is a prequel to my recently published story "Too Good to Be True," featuring an episode of Michelle's criminal past. Careful though - it is a much darker tale than the original story. But rest assured that Michelle is alive and well :) Thanks a lot to Tristessa Howard for editing! * I was staring out of my tiny cell on the third floor of the Justice...
So this is a true story. It happened a short while ago. I have changed the names. Actually I mostly just used letters as I'm a lazy bitch. Plus I've kept some details vague. Still some people will be able to recognise it I'm sure. A little backstory, my name is Sasha, I'm a gay woman and I live in a large city in the UK. Probably not either of the ones you...
Wednesday. So there I was. Standing there in my kitchen, staring across the countertop, looking at what HAD to be a real, honest-to-god genie. I mean, despite everything that my head told me was possible, or IMpossible, a freaking humanoid body had just appeared out of nowhere. I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't under some kind of spell. It was just... there. All...
Part three of a nine part series! You'll probably be happier reading parts one and two before heading into here. Just a reminder, everyone in this story is over the age of 18. * I woke up with my cock nestled firmly in someone's bottom. Still in post-orgasmic stupor from the night before, I naturally assumed I was in bed with the beautiful, buxom Sarah. W...
Bella stared, not sure how to respond. "You know what Will's curse is?" "Damn it," Jack whispered. "I didn't want to talk about this." "Too late. Do you know how to get rid of it?" Bella demanded. "Yes," Jack sighed. "It isn't what you think though." "What is it then?" Bella asked, wishing Jack would just give her a straight answer. "No. I've already...
"What's next?" Mariana asked. "Good question," Derek answered. He felt no rush to go anywhere. The bask of his pleasure washed over him in gentle waves. Each was just an echo of the delight from earlier in the afternoon. Mariana was snuggled against him and all was right with the world. They lay like that, just chatting about nothing in particular, for the...