Last time I visited James what an afternoon. First, he screwed me stupid, forceful, yet at the same time gently, making me come over and over again. Next he humped me doggy whilst we watched ourselves in the big mirror at the head of his bed: you can adjust its angle to the wall for that extra kinky view. God do my tits wobble when I do that, I look a proper...
The Moonlight Pearl Palace was the illustrious home of Junshu's Empress Consort. It was protected by its own set of tall walls and a gate. Past the gate, one could see a private garden of flowers and herbs, and even a few fruit trees. The patios and balconies had many potted plants and sculptures to admire. The columns had delicate images carved in them, flo...
Alessio was a 18 years old boy, after finishing high school, he decided University was not for him and moved to London to look for a job.. He just moved from Italy actually, and he was looking forward to his new job in the UK. He was a nice looking guy, 5ft 10, fit (he was a very sporty guy, playing football and going to the gym every day), and the Latin loo...
That night Monee felt her legs wobbling and shaking as she walks around the house and doing the household chores. After I have sucked, licked and probed her to orgasms with my persistent tongue, I managed to fuck her very hard with my raging manhood, fucking her with relentless thrusts. Our bodies were drenched in sweat while our juices flow down our thigh...
The two of them were intertwined on the bed like serpents in the stage of sexual union – inseparable and not a speck of clothing was visible on the two though a pile could be seen on the other of the twin bed – the two were making use of the other side where the man fucked the woman gorging his prick into her ass and mouth and then the cunt ferociously and e...
"Alas! That all we loved in him should be, /But for our grief, as if it had not been, /And grief itself be mortal." (Percy Bysshe Shelley) To the people of Rosella Grove Mrs. Grace was something of an enigma. She lived alone yet she wore wedding and engagement rings and used the title "Misses." The window peepers of the Grove kept her under surveillance i...
The nightmares started my first night alone in Paris. I'd been fine the four days I'd spent with Malcolm, Becca, Darryl, and Ginger in London. But that was due in part to the fact that I'd had the girls in the room with me. I was forever in Becca's debt for suggesting the sleeping arrangements be changed so I didn't have to get a room by myself. I knew each...
Will these two EVER learn? The Conclusion. An original story. Chapter 4 of 4. I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other. I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember,...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Edna Pritchette waddled into the kitchen where her mother was nursing one month old Jack Junior and poured herself a cup of coffee from the metal pot that was on the gas stove. "Doctor says too much that coffee ain't good for you," her m...
Chapter 7 Xena Zarcoff half-heartedly tried to establish some kind of relationship with Xena, but it was hard. He knew she was not his and she had grown so fast into a beautiful sexy young woman. If she was his he would be so proud of the way she turned out. All he could think of was that she was a spawn of Fannie's unknown lover and he hated them both for...