Just to be clear, this is a story about American football, not international football. Summer awoke to find it a cloudy, dreary day. No sense going to the beach on her day off. She might as well be productive. She decided to wash her clothes at the Laundromat then do chores around her apartment. There was no need for Summer to get dressed up so she went com...
When you awake, you're not sure how long it's been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it's a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I've pulled ba...
I used to work for an upscale restaurant. I've seen the good, bad, and downright outrageous there. These are my stories. As with any Saturdays, I must deal with angry customers, crying kids with parents that ignore them thinking that it's not happening at table, and servers that rather congregate in the back talk about the latest gossip, than check their t...
*Author's Note: To truly enjoy this story please read the first four parts in category - First Time* Surma looked gorgeous as she walked into Flurry's. She was dressed in a fawn, starched stiff, cotton Sari. Flurry's was a cake shop on Park Street in Kolkatta. They served the best cold coffee on the planet. Rakesh had never seen Surma in a Sari until no...
Disclaimer: I began writing this seven part saga in late 2015. As the old saying goes; all good things come to an end. Here are parts 6 and 7. I hope you enjoy reading them, as I did writing this chronicle. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever...
Author's Note. This story is the continuation of "They Love Them Older and Busty" Series, by Thekarpathianman, who agrees. * The housewives Carol and Helen are roughly sexed by John, Nick and Tom, three escaped convicts, in Carol's rich house and in the presence of Scott, Carol's incestuous son. At the end of Chapter 3, Carol is in bed with John, while...
Chapter 17: Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely "Good morning, Slave." A startled Tyler looked wide-eyed at Goddess from his curled position on the hardwood floor. The cock had been pulled from the mirror sometime during the night. It lay by his side. "How long did you stay up?" "I don't know. A few hours at least." "Can you swallow it without gagging?"...
The air was thick and hot as spiced honey, the sounds of the jungle ringing out through the dense, wide leaves that coated the forest floor. Above, the canopy nearly smothering the sun, birds singing in a chirping symphony, insects buzzing between the trees. One of the wide leaves was pushed aside, a woman stepping through. A human woman with pale skin and...
Author's note: For once I had a hard time picking a title for a story. I started with "Revenge Is a Dish Best Served by 2", then moved to "The Bond Forged by Revenge", and was finally happiest with simply "Roxy Who?", the cathartic mantra for this story's couple. I hope that even though all three fit, you'll agree that it was the better choice. Enjoy! ~~~...
The first things I saw when I opened my eyes were Sydney's breasts wobbling in my face. Her black bra looked as if it were putting up quite a battle to hold them in. She unfastened my restraints. "Time to get up for breakfast, sleepyhead. Come on down to the kitchen when you're ready." She left the room. I grasped the base of the cage that now imprisoned m...