This chapter sees Rhonda as slave for a day (or is it longer). This chapter contains lesbian sex, oral sex, anal sex, a double penetration, interracial sex, and domination and submission, including a spanking. If these things don't float your boat, read no further. As for all chapters in this story, STD's don't exist and the participants need not concern the...
A bazillion thanks to thatsbogus, as good of an editor as he is a writer. This is the second Convertible story, written as a standalone - the first story is recapped in the intro, but I encourage you to read the first one anyway. ++++++++++++++++++++++ My name is Jacob Leopold. I'm 32, and live in Menlo Park, California. I'm a Penn State grad with a Maste...
Sleep eluded me. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw those bright green eyes. I saw the shock, the anger, and the betrayal in them. And then I saw my mate running away in pain. My entire life I had dreamed of meeting my mate, and in my worst nightmare I would not have imagined what just happened. I sobbed into Remi's sleeping form, she had crawled in with m...
I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one. This is the eighth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewin...
Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...
*** The doors opened before them. They entered the spa area we'd commandeered. With every nubile new arrival I laid eyes on, I felt a slight pang in my balls. My sperm were multiplying. I swear I could feel it! I felt pressure increasing as their scent reached me. I felt the shift deep in my gut, the deep breath in my chest. I needed them, but I squeezed th...
-Hello All, So I plan on finishing this story by the next chapter. Thank you for the responses and votes. * Ingrid pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at Blake. The drunkenness stare he had earlier was long gone. His blue eyes stared at her intently as she began her long story about her relationship with Chris. "I met Chris my freshmen year...
I hope you can forgive me for the length of time this has taken, but I am new to this and envisioned the story as much smaller. However, it seemed to take on a life of its own, as did the characters. I would like to thank tchr for the editing which went well beyond just fixing my truly terrible punctuation. I had to make major changes to the text after his l...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 –...
Inola Collins. We finally left the lakes in February, almost a year after the bombs and the Ebola outbreak. Waya shot a mousse and we had dried and smoked the meat in preparation for our travels. We headed Northeast following main routes, seldom encountering other humans. We did meet two women headed back the way we'd come. They were convinced that the E...