4620 Main Street, on the corner of Carolina Avenue. Somehow that address has figured large in my life for nearly twenty years now. Things always seemed to just "happen" there, good and bad. These days it's a Starbucks coffee shop but in my teenage years it was "Carlo's Ice Cream and Soda". Back then, we used to hang out at Carlo's, share blissful hours list...
George climbed off me and headed for the bathroom and seconds later I heard the splashing as he relieved himself. Winston collapsed into a chair and Adele moved onto her elbow and looked down at me as I lay there covered in cum and smiling broadly. She bent down and kissed me before commencing to lick George's spunk from my face and tits. When she had finish...
The chill finally banished, I sink a little lower in the bath, lulled by the gently flickering candles and soothed by the rich, warming scents of rose and cinnamon. I shake my hair free of its final clasp, and lean back, turning my head a little, watching my already damp and limp locks tumble into the water, where they swirl and coil, as if imitating the dan...
It was supposed to be just one kiss. It wasn't supposed to turn into an affair that turned my life and hers upside down. I had commitments to others and so did Susan, although as it turned out our commitments to others were, for reasons not entirely either of our faults, shaky at best. But in addition, she worked for me and in big company corporate America h...
This is the last part of the Sweet Demands Series. Chapter One Becky was at Bob's house pacing back and forth. It had been about three months since Bill lied about Becky sleeping with him to her boyfriend. She still remembers what happened to her that day. She thought about it sometimes when she was fucking Bob. After that Bill called her constantly fo...
Mist and haze. In the early summer, they were ever-present partners in southeast Louisiana, and in the streets of New Orleans. Darkness added an eerie quality that Dallas thought was unmatched anywhere; it was one of those things you just had to see, just had to experience. This was one of the reasons that he had suggested, off-handedly, that Carla meet him...
About the Author: Annabelle here. If you have read other entries from my diary, you know that Annabelle's Diary is about my travels and adventures. While my husband Jay and I write erotic fiction together as AnnabelleandJay, my diary entries are accounts of my exploits. If you've seen any of my photos on one of the many amateur websites where I appear, you...
Getting the perfect angle of a cumshot when you don't know it's (pardon the pun) coming, is a tricky business. It's not a skill I thought I would ever have to develop, but here I am. I'm Paul, and this is the story of how I came to be the person all my friends call upon to film them fucking. Being a perv is certainly a good starting point. I am a perv. That...
Hi, my name is Wendy, and I'm a fat slut. I've always been chubby, no other way to describe it. 5 feet 3 inches tall, blond hair and green eyes. I'm not grossly obese, just have a big ass and hips with a tummy roll in front. My boobs aren't huge, maybe C-cups, and curve up with puffy nipples. I wasn't ugly, but it didn't matter, the boys flocked to the not-s...
This fictional story contains two characters Heather and Betty that were in other stories of mine. I was so taken by how ditsy, slutty, and how funny they could be, I decided to write a short story featuring them. ********** It was a beautiful day, and friend Betty and I were sitting around the pool sunbathing naked. It was rare to be naked in the backyar...