Categories: Consensual, Toys, Group, Anal, Love. 72. "What do you want to do now Alicia?" I asked carefully, she was looking pretty delicate and I didn't want her to suddenly freak out. "I don't know, I... Danno they said a week and it was only two days... I wanted to say goodbye properly and kiss her and tell her that I loved her..." she wailed, tears ru...
Robert leapt up the polished hardwood steps of the New Farm art deco apartment building, an overnight bag slung over his shoulder and a bunch of flowers in his hand. It was Friday night and after a two hour journey he was just metres away from his destination. He'd first made the trip to Audrey's home twelve months ago. He'd gotten hopelessly lost driving...
A teenager is determined to see his hot Art Teacher Nude The story is set in 1978. June of 1978. Why? Because that was when my redheaded, next door neighbor and I, both eighteen-year-olds, got drunk and lost our virginity. Wait. That's not true. I needed the story to take place before tanning beds were commonplace in the U.S. This is a long story involvin...
I was sitting in my Bark-a-Lounger in the dark. I was sipping on a bottle of cheap whisky when I heard my door knob turn. I picked up my service revolver off the end table and waited. All too soon a shot rang out and the door around my lock splintered. I went into action. My name is Percy Holmes, Detective Perk" to my friends. I'm a homicide detective wit...
Malcolm is provided with another narrative. In this one Chrissie relates how she finally achieves orgasms with her sister's lover and then with his buddies. John proves to be more than just her further pleasure. Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot e...
In the fading evening light, before the street lights triggered, Auron waited idle on the front stoop, surveying the local children as they played freeze-tag in the street. Across the road, one of the neighbors was watering his garden and another neighbor was at her mailbox, sorting through magazines and bills. Limping down the sidewalk in front of the house...
Chapter One - In the Beginning My name is Charles Ankersby. Well, at least it used to be, and this is the story of my life. It tells the tale of how I came to be Karen Miller. No, you're wrong. This isn't just another autobiography of a transsexual. I'm a transgenderist and, if you're not aware of it, that's a whole different thing. It's an almost true sto...
Author's Note: The following is a collection of 5 stories featuring the same characters. I hope it goes without saying that all of them are over 18. Special Thanks to SimonDoom for helping me with the Title and Blurb. *************************************** An Awakening I was born with a black mark on me so to speak. Aptly enough because my name's Mr. Bla...
I am trying to work faster, I promise! Hang in there, more to come. Copyright LATL, 2019 Life after the Lottery, CH. 63 We go look at limos Lori and I were having dinner in town on Wednesday night discussing our upcoming trip on Friday. "You want to come and stay at the house tomorrow, so you don't have to drive in so early?" I asked. "Since we are leav...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...