This has been a hectic month and oh did I get distracted. I have a new series, non-werewolf, that I'm working on as well as Buster's story! Yes, I did listen. It isn't ready yet, but figured I had better get everyone back from their various romps. This is a very busy chapter. Thank you to all who read and comment. I appreciate what you have to say. Thanks t...
I perhaps made a mistake when I made a bet with Jessie. I might have really paid for it more than I was intending. You see, the other week, I was giving Jessie a bit of crap about a test we had to take. She was insisting she could score better than me. Now I know I really like everything about Jessie, and would never say something bad about her. Yet I know...
It was late, well after nine o’clock, and the wind had shifted and was blowing out of the east.. That should have cooled things off a bit, but the streets were still as hot as the barrel of a Saturday night special on Sunday morning, and the breeze seemed to do little but blow the heat around, picking up old newspapers, candywrappers and dust and sending the...
I put him down on the coffee table and sat back in the settee pondering whether to let her move in. I'd have no hesitation if I thought it could last, oh how I wished it could last, to hold her sweet body as I slept and wake to her still in my arms. I looked up as she walked in. she had her tank top and skirt on but was carrying her panties on an outstretch...
Author's note: This story involves an engaged couple, not a married couple, but I still think it belongs most appropriately in Loving Wives. ***** To really understand what happened, you have to know about Michelle and the way she was raised. Michelle Hardison grew up in Carey, Ohio, a small town in the northern part of the state. Her father Tom was Vice-...
Author's note: I was recently contacted by a reader named Toni, who asked if I would be interested in writing the true story of her life as a hotwife. I found her story intriguing enough to inspire me. ***** Toni stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror wearing nothing but a dirty grin. The next day was her forty-fifth birthday, and she and her hus...
Frankie stood on the porch of what was Mrs. Young's house. Behind the door before him, was the house where he learned how to make love to a woman. A year before, he was a high school graduate with some scholarships and lawn mowing money he'd spent four years earning getting ready to attend college. He was also a virgin. That, however, was the only thing he w...
Part 21 "Son of a BITCH!" I groaned. I briefly considered ignoring the doorbell, at least until I could shoot my load. I envisioned my hot spunk jetting onto Jennifer's rosebud lips, her eyes wide in amazement as the thick spurts continued, perhaps opening her mouth to taste my love-offering...but the doorbell continued to chime. Something had to be serious...
The red light on the camera started to glow and a delicious shiver ran through her body. Reporter Lisa Marvell looked straight ahead and began her introduction. Because the opening shot framed her shoulders and head, she knew that at first the audience would not notice anything different about the way she was dressed. She appeared to be wearing a light blue...
I love pornography. I regularly download videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my w...