To Eve, With love and thanks for your inspiration. * I first met my betrothed the evening of my sixteenth birthday at a ball held in my honour. My father, Lord Randolf Montague Dashwood, presented me to him with his promise of my hand. Lord Carnborough, a rather rotund man lacking the height to correctly proportion his girth, was old and not particularly h...
Welcome to part 3 of 'Lisa Has Longings'. I have thought over the suggestions I have received, and incorporated the ones I like best- that is, the ones that got me hot. Please, please note that this is all PRETEND. I don't advocate infidelity, unprotected sex, or (heaven forbid!) whoring for Big. Black. Cock. If this does not turn you on, look elsewhere! lo...
Becky looked great in her black dress. Maybe she looked too good. I'm a pretty laid back type of guy, but I pay attention to things that are important to me. My wife is one of those things. Over the past twelve months, I'd noticed that Tom Burton had a thing for Becky, my wife of 24 years. He was fairly careful about it, but it was obvious to me. I could re...
It all began with a smile. "Hey Mercy!" A deep voice called, causing the girl in question to falter as she took the last of her belongings from her locker. Dark hair tumbled down her back and curtained her face- causing her to have to crane her neck to see who was calling her. Not that it was too hard to figure out. Only one person in the entire school ha...
Chapter 5 Escape Disclaimer: This story started as Nonhuman, it will travel through several categories. You can read it alone or as a whole. Some names are explained at the end of this chapter. Be ready to re-live the characters' memories we're finally escaping! All human names and situations are fictitious and this is a sole story created by my bored...
It was only the next day after Rachel's first date with Lute, and she was already working on a strategy for how they could get together again as soon as possible, and for a whole night. It had been a drag for both of them the night before, when they had to leave their shared love nest, get dressed, and go home to meet their midnight curfews. Rachel longed to...
This is an extension of the previous one where the original was written at Seaking's site over 10 years ago and nobody has the contact info for the author (who apparently never wrote anything else). * Ed knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he was here in the bank again. Cheryl had closed the blinds to her office and he was under her desk as she worked, vigo...
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap The characteristic clapping sound that heralds the arrival of the hijras rent the air as dawn was breaking on Navami - the ninth day of the bright fortnight, and effectively the last day of Durga puja. Hijras are a community of third genders - not eunuchs, not transgenders, not homosexuals,...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Shame and desire mingled hot in Jadyn's throat. Felix's head rested between her thighs, her ankles no longer bound. Instead her foot traced along his spine to his perfectly marbled ass as he serviced her pussy. He stroked, licked and flicked his tongue, teasing her sensitive petals, tasting her sweet candy well while his...
Emily woke up at 5:30, like she did every morning. It was a two weeks after she returned to Graham's ranch, and things had settled into a rhythm. The air was turning a little cooler as the Equinox approached, and topless motorcycling was out of the question unless the day was horribly hot. Graham and Lydia were upstairs on a Saturday morning, recovering fro...