From: Monica H------- To: Greg H------- Date: January 21, 2019 11:14 PM Subject: RE: My Sex-Filled Weekend Romp, Ch. 2! Hon, I know you never wanted this fantasy to become a reality. Not once had you actually said you wanted me to do it. But your actions spoke louder than words. I could tell that deep down, you longed for this to happen. PART 4: THE FIR...
I married a good man. A man who worships the ground I walk on, who buys me whatever I want and gives me more freedom than in truth I deserve. Indeed, he treats me like a goddess, but there are times I would sooner be his whore. Even before I was pregnant, our lovemaking was sweet and tender - though admittedly passionate, competent and overall satisfying - b...
Note: I am not, nor have I ever been a sailor, whether Navy or Merchant Marine. If I have made any technical errors regarding these ships, it is a result of my imagination, and everything here is a work of fiction. In some cases, names have been changed to protect the guilty. Chas * It was after midnight when I pulled up slowly at the end of my driveway. W...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers. Yes, I need an editor and no I don't want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes this is in the wrong category, yes...
A work of fiction from start to finish with characters that live only in my mind. Long, 39 standard pages, slow and without a lot of action. Faults can certainly be found, so if that is a major problem for you, stop reading now. Comments, positive or negative, are welcome, but try to be constructive: if you think about it, would you read a comment to the end...
Disclaimer: All the usual, all the people portrayed herein are at least 18 years of age at the time of portrayed sexual congress, blah blah blah bling bling blah. If you're looking for something younger, you're using the wrong interwebz. Scram. Chapter 5- Crazy Can Be Good Cait snuggled into me, sighing happily. We'd just made love and were feeling sat...
The weekend was a joy ride. A sore one, but what a ride. Katie and I fucked like rabbits in heat. During breaks we'd watch porn, and discuss what was hot and what was not. She was intrigued by big cocks, and gangbangs, but would not say the later. Instead, she just communicated that it would be nice fuck several people at once. She didn't care for the strap-...
Honoured to be included in the Legends day, and sincere thanks to all those organising it. This story started out quite some time ago as a flash story but I couldn't seem to find an ending that I was happy with. When the invitation came along I browsed my unfinished scribblings and came upon this one and decided to resurrect it, only to find that it took on...
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in bringing out this chapter. It's longer than usual. Any editing error's are my fault. * Sandy's Bar, Kebbi Creek July 11, 2002, Friday, 19:37 Thick fumes of nicotine assailed Caesar's nostrils as he walked through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit bar room. His eyes automatically scanned the people present. Most o...
This is an assembled version of Ch. 3 that includes Ch. 3a and Ch. 3b, which were in posted subsequently to Ch. 3. The story is based on true incidences that took place in a conservative Indian family intimately known to me. To friends who have not seen India enough, I must tell that in this sub-continent man and women in normal families have all fantasies...