"Hurry up!" Beth exclaimed, peeking out her bedroom door. "They just opened the front door!" Behind her, Beth's boyfriend, Kevin, was hurriedly jerking himself as Penny sucked and licked his cock head. Penny teased his swinging balls with her fingertips and Kevin suddenly exploded. A fountain of cum splashed across Penny's face, dripping down over her expos...
Through the fog of sleep, Ron felt his limp penis being gently massaged. He relaxed, feeling Fran's ministrations to his small member, something he had always enjoyed since their first adventures in intimacy. As the fog dissipated, he realized that the hand didn't belong to his wife. He was lying on his back and could feel the heat radiating from the tall fe...
Lydia Johnson was on the road since midday. It was past midnight and she was far from home. The thunderstorm was the only thing she saw for the last hour. The headlights barely cut through the rain. Lydia could see only one car length ahead. She was doing thirty miles per hour due to the weather and fatigue. She slowed as she saw a sign for an all-night din...
This was inspired by a story written in the letter section called "Torn" written by Lits own Patricia51. I have to say that that she is one of several really good writers here and it is always a great pleasure to read her stuff. But reading the story "Torn" touched me (and from the response many others as well) where very few stories here do, somewhere north...
"I'm not going to lie, Clarissa. That whole debacle, teasing that guy right in front of her girlfriend, her not being to take it much more and snapping" Catherine said as she dabbed a rolled up paper towel ball under the running faucet stream. She went back to her doll. "It was hot." "Yeah, says the girl whose chest isn't dripping with dessert!" Clarissa la...
At some point in her writing career, nearly everyone tries a period piece. It can be near past or far, based on historical events or purely fictionalized, fantastic or mundane. In many cases, the only thing they have in common is being bad. This little how to, then, will give you some pointers from a history major and amateur historian on making your period...
Shirley will never forget that night. While laying in her own bed, fucking herself crazy with the purple gift from Veronica, she thought she heard a noise coming from the hallway. She lifted her head to listen. She didn't hear anything further and dismissed it. She continued. Her one hand pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt, the other hand roughly pla...
Wenche It was the day after George's office reception. I was lazing in the bath a little later than usual daydreaming about Wenche and the French lady ... the images still clear ... the effect still arousing. I wanted Wenche ... no needed her. But how, I wondered, how could I broach the subject ... how could I make it happen. At this stage I had no answers...
Sahara and I met online and chatted a few times. She told me she had a girlfriend, but was open to chat with guys as well. Over the course of our chats we got quite flirtatious. It turned out she only lived ten or so miles from me. I finally convinced her to meet me publicly for coffee. The following is what ensued in a story format. We meet at the Starbuck...
Barb looked at her questioningly, then at Rudy's full erection. She looked down at Debbie's pouting pussy lips, and I threw down two 20-dollar bills. She ever so slowly lay down, took hold of Debbie's thighs from behind and inched her body back, until her mouth was right under Debbie's pussy. She stopped and looked up at something she had never seen up close...