Author's Note: Remember when reading this its fiction although it may have occurred or might some day. At least I hope so. Sitting in a club with my wife, something we do about every week, I'm relaxing and enjoying the scene. This is a bit more special as we've decided to start our family, it's the right time for her to get pregnant and we've been working o...
Wrapped in red, rope dual lines of blood across his chest, arms bound behind his back, long hair wound into the rope that grips his chest, he kneels with his head held back, ready to receive. There in the bath, hard ceramic under his knees, his legs are likewise bound in slashes of red, double rows, taut and tensioned. Steam fills the room as she stands wi...
I don't own Spider-Man or Batgirl or any other characters or places Marvel and/or DC related. I make no profit from this work. CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunrise It wasn't an easy climb up the trellis. Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl for little over a year, and as the nights wore on, she'd gotten better and better at scaling the trellis to her bedroom window af...
"Sorry. Do you mind if I squeeze in here?" he asked. "Oh, no," she replied scooting over to make room. "I've never seen this many people at a Little League game before, have you?" "No. But this actually the first time I've watched one in years so I really don't have anything to compare it to," he told her. "Is your son playing?" she asked, sure he was old...
"Keep it real girlfriend. It ain't that bad," said Monique out loud to her reflection in the mirror. She practiced smiling, quitting as the crow's feet appeared again. She had just detected this sign of aging today, two weeks after her 33rd birthday. She sighed and arched her back thrusting her bare breasts upwards. Was it her imagination or didn't her hard...
The next morning I woke up much later than usual. It was "the day after" the one-sided beating I took at the hands of the young black stud from the boxing workout. My young, beautiful blonde wife had witnessed her taller white wimp of a husband getting pummeled by the tougher black man just the evening before. It was obvious that she had envisioned " boxin...
Sunlight poked through the heavy closed curtains of her bedroom, and Anya stretched on her bed, feeling warm from not only the thick bedspread, but the large male bodies that were piled around her on the bed. Smiling, she opened her eyes to see the still sleeping form of Sergei, who was holding her tightly against him. She could feel his leg thrown over her...
"My name is Molly Indrabooty. This is my adventure." "My Father "Sahseej" is from Mumbai, India. My Mother "Marjorie Lovett- Indrabooty", was born in Miami, Florida of the U.S.A. I laugh knowing that both cities begin with the letter "M" and end with the letter "I". There is karma within my name, "Molly Indrabooty". Again the letters mimic the cities of my...
Peter was taking a long time in the shower again that morning. His mother pressed her ear to the door, and detected soft moaning. Inside the shower, Peter stood, pumping his penis with his hand, eyes squeezed shut. He was a little underdeveloped for 18 – short for his age, and didn't seem to be going through the final stages of puberty just yet, but he was...
Hi, my name is Dorothy and I am a true 'Soccer Mom.' I live in suburbia as a stay-at-home mom and my 6 year-old son is really in a soccer league. My 3 year-old daughter will surely play too when she gets older. A few months ago, I had an amazing sexual experience at a swingers club with my husband Frank, that transformed my attitudes towards sex. Before, I w...