As I watched her, she switched hands between her legs, the fingers of her left hand moving up to her breast, quickly pulling aside the cup of her bra and releasing her tit to the air, fingers feeling to stroke and tease and pull gently at the nipple. Still with her eyes closed, her torso leaning against the wall and her head bowed slightly as if in silent p...
Author's Note: A little bit of truth followed by a heaping load of bull. Thank you Tim413413 for editing this and eight part "The Job" that will soon follow. ***** This June I got older. Now, I know it happens every June, but this June affected me more than the ones in the past. I don't know why it wasn't a normal June. My birthday wasn't a milestone num...
The sound of birds chirping cheerfully broke into Angie's dream, slowly she opened her eyes, the world a blur of color. The first thing she noticed after the bird's song was the thick smell of cum that lingered in the air, yesterday's events came back to her. She had good sex with Alene, no, not any good sex, she saw two goddesses duel it out. Angie recalled...
"Krewe of Gemini is always the best." I staggered through the front door. Purple, green, and gold beads decorated my neck. I hit the light switch to the living room. "Now it's time to really get drun—" A long legged brunette sat on my leather sofa, cotton canvas shoes kicked up on the coffee table. The lotion on her sun-kissed skin sparkled underneath the...
This is the story of a rich man and his lust for young females and the lengths he will go to, to satisfy his needs including violence. Please feel free to comment on my stories. All comments both positive and negative are welcome or feel free to email me with your comments or ideas for stories. * There is something pretty special about being rich! I found...
Band 11 -- Planung Osten Die Abenteuer eines älteren Fotografen Kapitel 31 -- Die Genehmigung An diesem Morgen weckte mich Ilse etwas sehr unkeusch auf. Sie schlotzte schon in aller Frühe an meinem edelsten Körperteil. Nein. Nicht am Kopf, sehr viel weiter unten. Dabei war es erst 5 Uhr und draußen noch Nacht. „Da bist du selber dran schuld", wurde mir...
This a the sequel to the previous story of similar title. Constructive criticism only. Thanks. ***** "When the cold seeps Through your fur And for my loneliness There is no succor We're just two stones And withered leaves Although apart Useless is all we seem Still, when I grind on you Our body heats And leaves no clue That we once were frigid Lying parall...
Rose Cusana sat in St Leonard's church, empty. The air in the chapel felt slow from use. Idols and icons practiced their pose for an upcoming performance, while the Alter existed in a stillness almost too hard to bear. She began to pray for some relief, but the silence only served as a space for the past week's drama to torture her, again, and again, and ag...
This was in a small college just three years ago. It was and still is a liberal arts school, originally founded by Methodists and retaining some prudish characteristics although not officially connected to any religion for years. With only around 2400 students, each of us probably knew at least half of the others and perhaps half of that half we knew really...
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are...