Crystal Blake. It was a scorching day, and I was dressed in a man's white cotton shirt and shorts, boots on my feet. My red hair was tied back in a ponytail. "Not much more to go now," Corrine said, plunging her pitchfork into another sheaf of wheat. She flexed her wiry arms and flung the sheaf up onto the trailer. I speared the next one and tossed it up...
This story contains a moderate amount of anal sex, a dose of pegging(when a girl fucks a guy), girl on girl action, rimming, interracial sex and fetish of the foot variety. So if any or all of the things I listed above bother you or turn you off then I urge you to skip this story. Criticism and praise always welcomed. ***** "I hope you're ready for tonigh...
Thanks to Whoredinarygirl for wonderful words of encouragement, recommendations and editing this chapter. Thank you to my readers, especially those that take the time to provide constructive comments. I do take your comments into consideration and hope that I've improved the story with your help. To those who are offended, I would ask that you look somewhe...
This is the fourth installment of My Journey. Although not necessary, this story will be more appreciated if you read Chapters 1, 2, and 3 first. Thank you to all who read my first three submissions and provided feedback. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, please leave comment and suggestions! ***** I opened the...
Copyright 2012 by the A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved * This is a true story, or as true as I remember it. I've changed some of the names, for obvious reasons. My name isn't Jenny, my boss isn't named Cynthia, and the club in question isn't called Club San Limites, but the club does exist in downtown Montreal under a different name. I've also omitted s...
The slut wife/cuckold relationship is a variation of non-monogamy which for me has little in common with the internet/porn portrayal. To each her own but I do not relate to the idea of forcing your man into cuckoldry or finding a better man (aside from role play). For me the sexual aspect of the hot wife/cuckold (I know many are more comfortable with the...
Cassandra Fellion looked at her reflection in the mirror, checking her appearance one final time. Cassandra at 31 years of age was a very attractive woman. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair accented her baby blue eyes. Looking at her breasts nice and rounded , with her clevage showing off well in her black dress. Her ass was heart shaped with a deep...
The truck, along with my plans, gave out just north of Canton Mississippi. I had been fantasizing about this trip south for at least five years. Growing up within shouting distance of the Canadian border in frostbitten upper Michigan, which I couldn't wait to leave, I had managed to at least get into university in big-time Chicago, which got me a little bi...
An odd title to a story, you may think, but Martini was my wife's favourite tipple for many years. It was the first drink I ever bought her and over the years, we always had a laugh about the 'Any time, any place, anywhere' advert that they used to promote their product. My wife of twenty years, is Martina or Marti for short. We had two wonderful daughters,...
Martin woke up and assumed that he was in Heaven. At least, he hoped it was Heaven and not the alternative. Dying had been a disappointment, not at all what he had expected. No tunnel of light, no welcoming messenger, no flashback to events of this life or any former ones. Just the shock of the southern ocean, the impact of the rogue wave that had swept him...