I had been married three times and been used by countless strange cocks, but it wasn’t all my fault. I was led astray from the start when I was still naive. Here's a brief summary of my eventful, sexual life but first, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm in my late thirties but still as sexy as ever. I could still make heads turn, but most men a...
Dannal Tremblestorm trembled slightly. The after-effects of porting hardly affected him as they used to in his younger days, but still they caused his flesh to break out in goose bumps and make his bones ache. He moved off to the side of the pyramid-shaped portal in Windnal woods, and sat down to meditate. Ah, sweet serenity. He closed his eyes, and...
Man, I simply can't get enough of them Somali women. Seriously. The name is Sylvester Saint Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I lived in the town of Boston for most of my life and in the state of Massachusetts we don't have too many Continental African immigrants. Most Black folks you...
What if you found a Genie's lamp, except all your wishes were twisted into rendering you naked? Or what about a witch that you unknowingly anger, who hexes you with bad luck and embarrassment at the worst possible moments? Maybe some magical creature gets loose, bringing naked havoc with it? An amulet granting some supernatural power at the cost of modesty?...
I'm sitting in front of my locker when Sgt. Gilchrist tells me the captain wants to see me. Hoping beyond all hope this is my big break I grab my hoodie and make my way to the third floor of the 213 precinct. Taking a deep breath before knocking on his door then wait until i hear "Come in!" Opening the door only my head and shoulders inside his off...
The old prostitute propped her arms against the head of the couch. She raised her gaze up and eyed the harridan in her vanity mirror. Behind her, her Tuesday regular pumped against her bottom. His cock slid in and out of her moist sex, and his pounding made her tits jiggle. The sheets crackled as she shifted forward and back, the stiff crepe neither abrasive...
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...
As a teen I was very slow to develop both physically and mentally. When I started high school I weighed about eighty pounds and was flat chested. I wore braces and looked like a complete nerd. I was often mistaken for eleven or twelve. I had no self-esteem and I thought I was the ugliest girl in the school. It didn't help that my older sister was the beautif...
I'm really looking forward to my next country time with Sharon. Working with her is nice, of course, knowing what we know about each other. We're drawn to each other, and it's hard not to continue where we left off, when we're working. But we're not the type to go sneaking kisses and caresses behind Agnes' back - we observe propriety. She's dressing a littl...
The following is probably a work of fiction. All characters in it may be creations of the author. The author will not admit to any of it being true. :) It was the day of the big game. I'd gone over to my brothers house, and we were both sitting in the living room, drinking beer and watching the home team lose. The game had barely started, and they were alr...