If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her...
This is the follow-up of my previous story "Dancing in Ethiopia". Like the first story, this is submitted to the section 'Interracial Love' and that's exactly what it is about: love, crossing boundaries. There are some descriptions of "intimate bodily contact" but that's not the main focus of this story – it's only part of the experience. Even though I th...
Hey everyone, As I said in my profile. I'll be posting all of my novels online because of these uncertain times. Afterall, a good book can take away a few hours of stress. So, I guess this is my contribution to helping you make it through the day. If you would like to support me the best thing you can do is STAY INSIDE. Seriously. Nothing would make me h...
How a trophy wife finds happiness & orgasms story (sort of). (c) 2017-2019 All Rights Reserved. This written work is Not Safe For Work! You have been warned. Fictional Disclaimer: i. This is a work of fiction. This work is intended for adult audiences above the age of 18. It is prohibited to provide access to any portion or entirety of this work or any...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *You never really know what you can'tdo until you've tried to do it and failed* **This is NOT a political commentary; ... public personalities have been butchered in order to make the story light-hearted** * {4:45 am Friday, August 29th ~ 1...
This story is in the BDSM category for very good reasons. It deals with strong themes of female domination and non consensual sexual acts. If such material is likely to offend you then please find yourself another story. * Chapter 1 I lay on the bed, completely naked, with the most fierce erection of my life and for the third time in as many minutes I tri...
Chapter 1 - A Reprise of my Circumstances For those who have not yet been acquainted with my story, allow my introduction. My name is Caroline Pendrake and I was born in the Year of our Lord 1880. I but recently came to live in America, traveling from my home in England. Physically, I am somewhat on the small side, being but five feet in height and weighin...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History, numerous Mythologies and Linguistics; be warned* *Professional, conscript, or volunteer – they all have run away from battle.* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* A Note on terminology and the metaphor of Cael's World T...
It was a winter evening, and the time was 8.00 PM. Pawan Kumar was ready with his suitcase as he had to board the train to Puri at 9.30 PM. Debashree, Tapasi, Basanti, and Sumati, all of them were standing nearer to him. He turned his head towards Debashree and Tapasi, "Listen, Girls, I will be away for only 3 days as I have a Bank's job at Puri. But during...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...