-------INTRODUCTION-------- All the characters in this story are over the age of 18. It is a true story that took place in the 1980s and 1990s. Most of the people in this story are still alive, but sadly, not all. The word "tranny" was not derogatory back then. If you find it offensive, please realize that it reflects love, admiration, and concern. These...
Part Ten: One on One Conferencing "Morning, Mr. Canon!" The truth was I had already been awake for several minutes by that point, thanks to the gentle but unceasing dedication of Cassie's tongue, but I was only now letting myself open my eyes. It was the first time in my life a woman had ever awakened me with a blowjob. I have to say, it sure beat the hell...
Author Note: I think the basic dynamics are already set for this plot line of the non-climaxing girl and the side-girl she insists on because of it - with the side-girl in chastity, but I had to go one more installment in order to put Miss X / paingirl / chastity-girl/princess into an actual (and probably expensive and not-very-functional) chastity belt inst...
The first thing I had to think about was a crew for the yacht. I didn't need anyone while my boat was in port, but the fine print of the lease agreement required me to hire a properly licensed staff if taking it away from the docks. Even after I owned it outright, my insurance company would insist on proper staffing, or they could deny the claim. I had talk...
"You've never seen her do the bounce?" Sarah asked me. We were taking a drive together after a movie. Fat snowflakes swooped through the air in lazy waves. It wasn't quite a blizzard, but the weather was aiming in that general vicinity. I only mention the snow because the heat in the truck felt so damn good, we forewent returning to Sarah's place and instea...
First of all a warning!! This is a graphic story of a sexual liaison between two consenting adults. If you are prudish or underage, then read no further. For those of you who enjoy a little erotic entertainment to pass the time, please read on. My story is based in Paris, the city built around art, food, romance and sex, and it has never failed to disappoi...
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======================== Bad surprises and further consequences ======================== I woke nervously, and reached for the baby monitor. I wasn't hearing anything, then slowly realized she was at Carol's. I looked beside me, where my wife was sleeping on her belly, with Kelly cuddled up to her. They looked so calm and peaceful, nothing like last night...
Saturday I peered into the rearview mirror and saw the familiar VW logo of Jenna's Jetta. Not that I was worried about her finding her way. We'd been driving this route to the beach for over 15 of her 20 years, so she certainly knew the route. It was pretty much a straight shot from Columbia to Charleston on I-26 and then a short jog over to Isle of Palms....
Note: For everyone who has assumed that my stories are autobiographical because I write in first person and concentrate on the realism...how does this one strike you gentlemen out there? ***** Ahhh... Saturday. So there you are eating a hotdog and trying not to let ketchup become a part of your summer wardrobe. It's good of your best friend to throw these...