DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and legally able to consent to any sexual activities in which they engage. For the purposes of this story children don't start school until after age 8 which is why they can be 18 and still in high school. None of the depictions of sexual activity in this story involve ANYONE under the age...
They spent the rest of the week at the ranch doing minor chores and basically just resting up, after their long ordeal. Then the weekend rolled around, and it was time to go to town for supplies. While the women were shopping, I decided to check in with Judge Mitchell. After going to the courthouse, I was told that the judge was over at the restaurant, havi...
I smelled the coffee. I wondered who had made the delivery today. I opened my eyes and saw that the light was on in my bathroom. Neither Rita nor Camille was still in the bed. I rose up and peered across the room toward the bathroom but couldn't see if anyone was in there. Nature was calling at a great rate, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and found Lo...
The souls of exceptionally wicked men are made to endure a special Rite of Passage in Hell and those who succeed, they get to become Demons. In mortal life, I was Baler, the right-hand man of His Highness the Great Aku, an ancient king who ruled over the Basaa people in what is today called Cameroon. In my time, I was a particularly brutal warlord. I was bor...
"Remember, my friends, the best of you are those who are kind to their wives," Imam Mohammed Abdi said, as he spoke to the brothers and sisters at the Sal Al Din Mosque about proper conduct within relationships. The stocky, bearded and dark-skinned, fifty-something, Somali-born Canadian Muslim preacher was happy to see such a high turnout of believers on a r...
I see her here every Sunday, sitting down wearing her tight jeans, her form fitting blouse cut just below the neck showing her perfect 19 year old body, her eyes never leaving the preacher. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts during the sermon, but the way her full lips press together and her chest heaves with every breath makes it hard to focus on what's...
Chapter 2: Prayer Meeting When Cindy and Reverend Caldwell were done fucking her helped her up pulled her close and kissed her passionately with tears in his eyes. With a shaky voice he said, "Oh Cindy, I hope you do not have a bad impression of your preacher now!" Cindy kissed the tears off his check and uttered, "Oh I don't preacherman, after all you are...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
Preface to Readers- this is a sexy story of a good looking girl from the Midwest who puts all her energy and grit into a summer job so she can find a new life in New York. As you will soon learn, her brain is not as polished as her body although many admires try to polish it with both hands and then some. Her comments have a regional twang so her grammar is...
This is a fairly different story for Loving Wives, taken from a different perspective. There are no sex scenes in this story. It deals with the possible implications of confessing to an affair that had remained secret. I'm guessing that this will not be a high scorer, but take heart: at least it isn't long! Though this story references DeGarde, Louisiana, i...