/* */ A.N: Hey, readers. I have included an illustration in this chapter. I'm always open to writing critique, but please don't say anything mean about my picture. This is only my second time using the tablet and I have poor pen control. _________________________________________________________ >*< Her cheek pressed against the smooth marble of the...
It had been a couple of months since Kathy had received a good gangbanging, the last being when in Germany on a four day trip and she was moaning to me about it. Over this time she had had a few quickies in various places when out with her friends, but nothing that satisfied her like a good gang fucking. I entertain this idea as well because nothing turned m...
I arrived at the bistro to find Gemma all worked up and in a fit of sheer panic. "You're here, thank goodness!" she exclaimed, and I was taken aback by her obviously tense mood. "Yeah, and early," I replied. "Where's Paolo?" Paolo was our head chef, and he ran the kitchen. "Well, that fucker, Big D, has been successful," she said. "He sure has," I retorte...
Karen eased the big Cadillac Escalade from the school parking lot and made a quick left onto Rte 15. She'd dropped the twins at school 30 minutes early so she could get to the stables for her 8am riding lesson but she was still running late. She'd been taking lessons for two months and it was, without question, the best thing she'd ever done. "Hello Mrs. Ke...
#03: Rudyard Kipling, Kim Kim lay under the banyan tree with closed eyes. His thoughts swirled in his mind. "Kim ... Kim .... Kim ... who is Kim?" Kimball O'Hara, son of a deceased regimental sergeant. Kim of the Punjab, whose native mother died in his youth, leaving him to live as he could. Kim the quick-witted, who knew how to beg a little rice and a bit...
Most of you will never know me. I am the faceless one, the "everyday Joe" you pass on the sidewalk every morning, the nondescript neighbor that you feel obligated to wave to whenever our cars pass. Five minutes after an encounter with me, I'd be willing to bet good money that you can't remember a single distinguishable feature about me. That is how I like...
My name is Steve Larsen and for as long as I can remember, I’ve loved Laura Martin. Since grade school she has lived 3 doors down from me. We shared our first kiss when she was 8 and I was 9 and we’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but we’ve shared a unique friendship. We would compete for grades, while all the time helping each another study. Laura w...
Taken from email and verbal accounts Anna and Becky were out walking on their third day of their two week break to sunny Tenerife when it became suddenly less sunny. Rain clouds closed in quickly and before long it was a torrential downpour, soaking the girls quickly. It was a good half hour back to the hotel so they decided to stop at a bar to shelter from...
This is dedicated to my friend A Classy Lady. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Getting off the commuter train, Jim was feeling low when he decided to stop by the local watering hole for a couple beers on his walk home. For months now he'd been unable to perform in the bedroom with the same gusto as he had in his younger days. His wife, Jen, was patient, horny...
The Beach Bar was a long walk and on the way Janine dimly saw guests making out on the beach or the lawn in the dark. In the distance she heard an unseen woman cry out in a long, uninhibited moan of passion and imagined a huge stream of hot, white semen flowing from the body of a man into the body of this woman, filling her up and satisfying for the present...