Ingrid sat on the table at the doctor's office, swinging her feet in anticipation. She hadn't been to the doctor in years - she lived in rural Nebraska for her whole life. A trip to the doctor was a bit of a journey and, since getting her last vaccine at the end of middle school, there was no reason to go. Ingrid left Nebraska to come to attend the Universi...
At the time she was a 20 year old wife just married 1 year prior. She's a petite brown haired 5 foot girl with 34 B succulent breasts that are very soft yet firm and perky with very excitable pink nipples that begged to be licked and sucked on. Her best feature was and still is her ass. Firm, deep and built to take a good hard pounding. Her ass has and still...
Why is a puckbunny called a puckbunny? Because they hop from ‘stick’ to ‘stick’ Quick definition: A puckbunny is a hockey groupie, a.k.a. puckfucks, etc. * * * * * Novalyn Springs was mad. Mad, mad, mad, mad, MAD!!!! “That fucking asshole,” she snarled, as she punched and kicked the punching bag in her private gym, “I lose my virginity to him on t...
How did it come to this? He was a gagged and tied to a chair and watching his pretty asian girlfriend on the tv-screen with an older man in his 60s. He knew that they right now were just in the next room and that the man was a perverted sexual predator of the worst kind and that his girlfriend had just agreed to trust him and let him have completed control o...
The Patron, The beginning or is it? This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will...
This story was created to entertain. All characters are 18+. I'm making my way into the community and would appreciate criticism, thoughts, and support. Thank you for your attention, we hope you enjoy your flight. This story was created in Co-Work with the volunteer editor Nouh_Bdee. Thank you so much. *** I enter my home after a hard day of work, too ti...
Some of this story is true. You can decide what is the truth and what is made up. Please do not judge me, remember you were once young and naive at one time in your life. I don't claim to be a writer, but I have tried to relate my past experience as best as I could. This is a rewrite of a previous story I wrote several years ago. If a young naive girl making...
As John settled into his narrow seat, he hoped no one else would be filling the only seat next to him. It was already a small plane, but in order to cram two more seats and make more money, the airline removed the bathroom at the end of the plane, reasoning a plane of this size only needs one bathroom anyways, and put two seats where it used to be. This mean...
I made J write down her memories of what happened at the party. These are her words. Every slight movement reminded me of your demand. The warm, sticky feelings on my thighs reminding me that this was part of my punishment ..... but also that there was more to come. Once you even leant into me and whispered that you could smell me. God I was mortified. What...
Thanks to Brian with all his help on my story. I am not a writer! My stories are part fiction, part fact. If you do not like my stories please do not read them. They are meant to entertain not to be analyzed or morally judged. Enjoy! * As you may recall my name is Betty Jean, a small town girl who had graduated from high school and moved to a large city in...