6 - Marriage Upon arriving at the Vegas airport at midnight, Ann and I, along with Ann's college son, Kevin and my college daughter, Ginny, took a cab to the Bellagio Hotel, where we quickly left our bags in the two queen size beds in our room. The women thought of touching up their hair until they realized they were too aroused, it would take so long, only...
READER ALERTS... without giving the whole story up let me just explain that this story could go into at least 7 categories; Interracial, Fetish, Loving Wives, Mature, Exhibitionist, Anal, Erotic Couplings. It's a sequel to "Daughter of the Pastor" and the sequel to that one with the tag "Mother" added to that one. Please look at the story tags attached to...
Preacher's wife This happened some time ago in Nashville. I was a single guy in my early 20s, working and doing okay. I had a roommate that wasn't a bad guy, but he had some anger issues and apparently that kept him from having a girlfriend for very long. While I worked a lot. I was also the most active musically at the time in three different bands. One...
CHAPTER ONE My ankles are crossed, and I smooth my pleated skirt over my lap. Today is the day. Word is that this new preacher, Pastor Ben Owens, is a hottie. Personally, I cannot imagine a preacher being anything other than middle-aged, overweight, and balding. That is what the other ministers in my life have been. Bless their hearts. I fan myself with th...
Jonathan returned home, keeping his mission a secret from Hester just like the preacher instructed. Thankful that the preacher had been so willing to hear his story of Emma's sin and open to tell him of Hester's sinfulness in her youth, he thought to himself, "At least I know from whom this sinfulness was sown." He didn't blame his wife, he knew that she now...
There are times I wish a moment could last forever. An early morning dreary, we—Jerry and I were standing, facing each other, in the middle of an area enclosed by an eight foot fence. My hands rested on his forearms; his hands supported mine. It was like the day we were married -- nothing elaborate -- a simple late afternoon ceremony in a bar next to a store...
There are times I wish a moment could last forever. An early morning dreary, we—Jerry and I were standing, facing each other, in the middle of an area enclosed by an eight foot fence. My hands rested on his forearms; his hands supported mine. It was like the day we were married -- nothing elaborate -- a simple late afternoon ceremony in a bar next to a store...
It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, but the summer sun was still high up, making it look closer to four. I was in my bedroom, standing by my bed. I stared at myself through the full length mirror across from me. I had on a red corset that exposed my pussy and my 34-D tits. I had one leg on the floor and the other one on my bed. A vibrator was buried...
This is the first in a series of stories about a young couple raised with a strict religious upbringing and their discovery that there is much more to sex than they were taught as children and teenagers. Rich and Beth had been married for about three years when they moved to Silicon Valley from Cleveland where they had grown up. They made an attractive cou...
The white man walked into the building, saw the light of the confessional box turned green and decided to approach it, knowing no one would be inside. It was late in the evening, about a quarter past eight. He should have been home by now. Matter of fact, that was where he was enroute to when he'd decided to stop by here and make bare his soul to someone who...