Diane let me sit back on her coffee table, legs splayed wide with my pussy leaking around a fat cock. I was covered in sweat and feeling very weak as though I couldn't stand even if I wanted to. That was the result of an orgasm that shook me to my core. I was still shuddering, even though it was slight. And I was embarrassed that I had done such an intimate...
As I lay in the darkness, I tried to make sense out of the past few days. I thought of the bizarre things I had learned about my mother, and the rest of my family for that matter, and the strange relationship she and dad and Louise had shared. It seemed to me as if mother had concocted this wild and crazy scenario for their lives and then, wasn't satisfied w...
To truly appreciate this tale, you must first understand the case of one Erin Alice Dotson. Growing up, Erin was the bane of her father's existence. Her mother had perished in childbirth, leaving her to imitate her father for much of her life. She was a tomboy; she loved to climb trees, skinny dip, and flirt with the girls. The trouble was, the girls always...
Rachel stood in the middle of her living room, large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa, coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the polished ash effect top. Jim's television sat brooding and silent in the far corner, silently observing her return to her hom...
This time the story is from Rebecca's point of view. I want to see if I do a good job from changing characters. These stories are more for fun than having a story. I hope you enjoy it! ***** These days are long and boring without Jack. That boy is full of wonders and always knows how to make me cum. I wish I had a son like him. Instead I have a non-sexuall...
Author's Note: This short piece is a little different from my other stories. I created it as backstory for something else on which I am working and decided to publish it. Look for more in the near future, as well as a much longer series about an older, much more experienced version of Kat, the main female character in this story. *************************...
You call me into the bedroom. I am surprised to find you wearing a corset, leg stockings, high heels, and opera gloves. In your hands you hold a cane. You tell me to undress and watch until I stand naked before you. You inspect me, grab my balls and cock and squeeze them hard. I breathe deeply, and try to stay as still as I can while you torment me. You the...
The sun was spilling in through the large window. I could see the trees in the distance leaves barely rustling in the light wind. I was leaning against the table set in front of the window. The wood warmed by the sun felt good against my thighs. I was alone in the house or so I thought. My hands resting on the table as I let the sun warm my face, my eyes we...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My sister and I still live in the flat we grew up in. Our dad abandoned us when I was five, Kelly six, and we were raised by our mum. I'm struggling to find even a half-decent job, and Kelly's at the local college. At weekends our mum works long hours in the pub, and Kelly uses an...
The rustle of crumpling leaves broke the silence of the woods. It was a cold day in New Hampshire, and crisp air filled Victoria’s lungs with each breath she took. The sun was low in the sky, its weak autumn rays straining vainly to warm her face through the bare-branched trees whose summer foliage lay strewn at her feet. It was a beautiful day for a walk,...