[ This story contains betrayal, cheating, lies and illegal activities. It includes oral sex, coitus, and orgasms (real and faked). It is not a polyamory story. The story is fiction. The characters do not exist although I've known a few people who have some attributes shared by characters in the story. Your feedback is encouraged.] Mike had been married for...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and the characters bear no resemblance to any persons living or dead. Please read this story in sequence if possible. Feedback and votes greatly appreciated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The annual fundraiser was held at BK Enterprises 24th floor downtown office executive lounge. Th...
My thanks to HDK for his review and commentary on the initial draft of this story. * From the sound of things that I had heard in my phone recording of him and Special Agent Fife, Supervisory Special Agent Emmett Van Horn was a real pussy hound who expended his seductive efforts on female contract employees--like my wife, Lana. And she was definitely in h...
This is pure fiction. No one or no thing in this tale are real, the 'non-' prefix was left out for a reason. ***** I saw the vehicle in the distance, sidelined on the road's shoulder ahead. As I approached, it looked like and I told myself that it was one of the Sprinter utility vans, vehicles I've come to admire if only because a friend of mine has one....
Nia woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding and she was disorientated. She realized she on was on the ground in the middle of the woods and her hands were duct taped behind her. Then her last memories came rushing back. Her mother was the Booty Slayer. It wasn't some horrible dream. "It took you long enough to wake the fuck up," Donna said putting a sh...
In parts 1 & 2, Tasha presents Amy with her birthday present of DJ & Jay. After a short side-track at a local store, they continue on in their weekend adventure... III. The Hotel So we fed the man. All of us, actually. Despite DJ’s earlier mouthings about ‘fine cuisine,’ I got my first treat of drive-through-in-a-limo. Jay insisted we all take our orders t...
~~~ This was not smart. But it was either this or find myself stranded on the side of the highway, halfway to Chicago. You'd think a once leading pharmaceutical liaison would be able to afford a new car, but that's simply not in the budget right now. Not if I ever plan to buy a house. So, my bright idea? Park my almost extinct, Dodge Neon in the lot of the...
in collaboration with white slut suze After Angel and her friend Jasmine left my house I spent twenty minutes trying my hardest to make myself cum. My sticky fingers hammered my own pussy relentlessly as images of the white bitch from my porn magazine flashed through my head. I envisioned that bitch sucking her nigger lover’s monstrous cock. But even that o...
~~~ This was not smart. But it was either this or find myself stranded on the side of the highway, halfway to Chicago. You'd think a once leading pharmaceutical liaison would be able to afford a new car, but that's simply not in the budget right now. Not if I ever plan to buy a house. So, my bright idea? Park my almost extinct, Dodge Neon in the lot of the...
My name is Scott, and I'm a professional ballet dancer for the Chandler Theatre. I'm also a nude model. In some ways my nude modeling is more exciting and intense than my ballet dancing. Initially I tried to keep my nude modeling a secret from my fellow ballet dancers, however, it didn't take very long for that attempt to fail. Most of my fellow dancers...