I MY HUSBAND'S WHORE Through the years Herbie's pride in my long, full tits has been strong. In fact, he wants other men to see me in the nude, which suits my bent toward exhibitionism. An early phase of my self-display involved my brother's boy friends, but a year or two younger than I. We got our thrills--I showing, they seeing--at odd times about our...
Dear Reader: This concludes the "SPA" series. I hope you've enjoyed it. Your comment and votes are always welcome. The next series is in the works! When they awoke the next morning, Will's need, of course took priority. Once he was feed and changed, the games began anew. Ben eagerly accepted his enema. Though his ass hole was sore from the day before, Tris...
My name is Cricket Lange and I'm in my late thirties. A while back I tried to market my newest erotic romance to a few dating groups as these sites tend to have more members than romantic readers sites have. In the process of pushing my book I attracted attention from a very fascinating young man [early twenties] who decided that wanted to pursue me as the p...
The endless months of childhood summer as an adult seemed like nothing more than a scant few weeks; blink too fast and you'd miss it all like driving through a one horse village in the middle of nowhere. My 'lessons' with Kyle continued. At least, that's what we called it so our parents wouldn't get suspicious. When it came up in conversation it was easier t...
Tuesday - February 21, 2006 Authors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the tenth day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapter...
It was dark outside when I heard the door open. I hadn't moved, still sitting in the chair, looking at the frozen picture of Scott. Jen walked in with her suitcase. She looked at me and smiled. "Weren't you gonna meet me at the airport?" she asked. She saw my face and how my eyes were focused on the computer screen. "What?" she asked moving to see. I got u...
* I am Italian, so if I say things differently than you say them, forgive me and enjoy the story anyway. * This story was written by RuggeroLastruc and edited and rewritten with permission by simaddict. * This story is fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * This story was originally posted in the Loving Wives cate...
I was finishing my phone conversation as the knock came at the heavy oak door,. I hung up the phone as the door swung open, noting it was 4:05 PM. The tall redhead girl about 20 entered the room and began talking quickly. "Oh, Professor Johnson, I am Lydia. I am in your 300 English Lit class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I really need to talk to you! I know yo...
I was fairly chewing on the knuckles of one of my hands as I watched the team of men pull the Petrof baby grand piano out of the ferryboat at the landing and start to muscle it up to the beat-up old pickup truck. Most of the men looked as scruffy as both the ferryboat and the pickup looked, but this was as good as it was going to get on Daufuskie Island. At...
Matt awoke to a foot gently nudging his shoulder and his name being whispered by a soft, feminine voice. "Matt... Matt, wake up..." He smiled, remembering last night. He cracked his eyes open, hoping to see Katie semi-clothed or (fingers crossed) naked. Instead, the sun streaming through the window haloed the blonde hair of his human alarm clock. "C'mon,...