Vivian Laaning grew up on a large dairy farm in southwest Wisconsin. The farm chores she was required to do, was a major factor contributing to the development of her character, as a very industrious woman, with a take charge attitude, and completely sure of herself. Her personality, as such, became very pronounced after she reached puberty. Although she was...
I'd been dating Caroline for a little over 6 months now and we had fallen into a pretty serious with each other. She had just turned 19 and I was 22 but she was the experienced one that had all the confidence in our relationship. Having only had a few casual girlfriends and the odd one-night stand before I met Caroline, I was delighted to go out with her and...
I met "wife" when she was 18. She was shy girl with strict parents. She lived 30 miles from my place so it was not easy to meet her. When she turned 19 I moved to a rental house that was only 10 miles from her. I asked to move in with me, but she refused, but since she had left her home she could start dating. She was tall and pretty in her own country girl...
Chapter 19 - Burnside's Ghosts Leaving Burnside's house, Amy, Paul, and Wendy were too tired to notice that the front door stayed open a couple of inches until they drove off. The professor quietly watched the three students as they made their way down her sidewalk; Paul and Amy holding hands and Wendy close to Amy. She watched Paul open up the back passeng...
In work on the Monday after our night out clubbing, I could barely look at Craig, especially when he started bragging about giving 'some lesbo an orgasm.' I wanted to say something and defend a person's sexual choices, but didn't have the courage and didn't want his attention drawn to me. I sought Pamela out, asking if she would go to lunch with me as I had...
Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not initi...
Hi, I'm Jenny, and I am a pet slut. It has been one month, three days, and seven hours since my last orgasm. Having to admit that, months ago, would have been agony. Now though, now I am fully invested in the sexual satisfaction of my owners. My parents came home three days ago. The anxiety I felt about their return was nearly unbearable. It distracted me...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
It was on the third day that I met Heike, in the evening at the hotel bar. She was alone in the bar like me, drinking orange juice to my watery beer. She was from Germany, she was the same age as me, she was a student like me and like me too she was there with her parents. I liked her. She was attractive, though not beautiful, and she was not the kind of gir...
The first time Jennifer came over, I thought nothing of it. I was eighteen, moving quickly towards independence, and frankly, not the least bit concerned that my parents didn't trust me enough to watch over my seven year old brother. I don't blame them, because aside from occasionally doing some homework, all I ever did was play video games, listen to heavy...