My name is Jason Thomson and I'm married to Amber. Amber is what you would call 'a looker'. She is quite beautiful. She always dresses nicely, pretty conservatively. I'm just an average looking guy. She always puts her hair up and wears makeup. Even on her days off, she never makes an appearance without making herself pretty. She is over the top organized....
William and Rodney were hanging their clothes in a locker. Having been devoured by hordes of female eyes when entering, they decided to 'gay it up', and they swished rather than walked when the rejoined them. Of course, in their case, not much acting was required, as they had experienced some serious bone-on-bone action. William had his arm around Rodney's s...
Author's Note: A story requested by Sovietspyder. *** Mia groaned and shut her alarm off as she rolled back onto her legs. She ran a hand through her hair, untangling any knots from her tumultuous sleep, and sighed at the heavy sensation of her cock flopping about. The fact didn't surprise her, not after the slew of dreams reliving every moment with Annie...
Conner seldom remembered his dreams. At most, the fuzzy portions that remained with him were from the dream events immediately preceding waking up. On this particular night, however, he remembered not just one, but two dreams nearly in their entirety. In the morning, when his alarm clock went off, he opened his eyes to the fleeting memory of a scenario in wh...
NOTE: This is a sequel, and while it is not necessary to read Part 1, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. This is only my second story ever, so any and all feedback is very welcome. Thank you for the nice comments on Part 1! As I said, enjoy! --- Sunday evening. Admittedly, a weird time to be excited for, but...
Note: I almost put this one in the fetish category but I like to think it's a story about the people and not the place. I hope you enjoy it! ***** The day I met her was, without a doubt, one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I had spent months digging my way out of a deep hole after losing my job and my marriage in the same week. The icing on th...
The next morning, Vivian awoke first. As soon as she was aware she had a woman in her arms, she became cognizant of the events of the previous night. She slid her bottom hand underneath Angela's arm pit to reach and maul Angela's ample tits. With her other hand Vivian fingered Angela's pussy. She concentrated on Angela's clitoris, which had the effect of awa...
Author's Note: This is the chapter I've been building up to. It's not the end, don't worry. Thank you to all those who have been voting and commenting! It is truly humbling and does a great deal in motivating me to deliver these chapters as promptly as I can manage. This chapter alone took hours and hours to write, rewrite, and edit before I was finally s...
This is Alternative Ending #7 of 'Sprung'. It has the same beginning as 'Sprung 1 - 4, all the way down to 'Alternate Ending Number 7'. It stands alone. There's no sex but it's almost a complete ending, with just a hint of the carnage to come left to your imagination. My public service gift to those struggling to start writing is an invitation. Grab any of...
So my freshman year at college was spent pretty much naked, once I had met Jack and had a crush on him. He managed to get me to do anything he wanted and I never objected to him. I might have been screaming in my mind, "Don't do this!", but it never got out of my mind. If he told me to strip, I did. Naked and told to spread my legs, I did. I liked him lookin...