From the day Saima gave me the cassette and left for UK, I had an eye on Shabnam. I waited for the proper time and planned what I should do to fuck her. But due to my good relationship with her husband, I couldn't approach her. Shabnam, my friend's wife, was a woman of loose character, and one of my friends gave me some audio cassettes in which she was talk...
Regards to Shawn The minivan packed with suitcases, garment bags, and cosmetic cases, sped in the dark down the lonely predawn interstate toward Huntsville International Airport. It was only a fifteen minute jaunt and Carla spent every second of it hoping that she hadn't forgotten anything important. Once at the airport, they rushed their luggage to the ba...
The ideas in this piece are merely fictions of the future. They are not meant to cause offence to anyone, whether Jewish, Muslim, Christian, 'Western', religious etc. Please read with an open mind. I posted Chapter 5 of this story on Literotica in 2007 under the title of 'Discovery Of The Real America', in which the lead character was named Saurus. I have s...
I leaned back in the tub, and the warm water lapped around my body. After a long day of shopping and planning, I needed some extra time to relax and make myself ready for the upcoming evening. I had huge plans for my husband and myself. Hopefully by the end of the night, his inhibitions would be gone and the earth would be moving. Don't get me wrong, our ma...
Edited by Angel_Love Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18. The Sacramento International Airport was busy as usual. Sitting at the United Airlines terminal my eyes kept straying to the flight schedule monitor. Her flight number 1492 is due to arrive at 7:30pm. I looked at my watch for the fourth time in ten minut...
The beauty of the lake was soothing to Angelina's frazzled nerves. She'd been cranky and out of sorts the entire day, snapping at her sisters and unable to concentrate on even the simplest of needlework. An afternoon nap had helped ease some of the tiredness, but her waking hours had been filled with lusty urges that she had been unable to control, appease o...
My hands were freezing and I blew into them to generate some warmth. Rubbing them together, I wondered how much longer it would be before someone would come to get us. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d relax,” one of them said. “Relax,” I spat. “I’m locked in a storage shed, with no lights and no heat, with three guys, one of whom is an idiot. Tell me, ple...
Sarah and Matt were driving to Vancouver for the weekend. She drove as Matt slept in the passenger seat beside her. It was a Friday night, and they got stuck in a little traffic as they drove north out of Seattle. Sarah, bored, glanced at Matt and noticed a tent forming in his shorts. She reached her hand up inside his shorts and squeezed his cock, feeling...
Wolfram Warthog is actually my dart shooting name. The preferred and best darts for the professional dart shooter are tungsten darts. If you check the atomic symbol for tungsten it is a, "W." The W is for its old English name wolfram. I like the sound of wolfram, better then tungsten. It provides me visions of a wolf ramming a ram. "Yowlllllllleee" I'm not a...
'Wow, but you're tall, Shakes!' She's right. Without her high heels, I tower over this perfectly delicious woman. 'And just look at these arms! Do you still spend so much time in the gym?' She turns to pick up the box filled with papers. I move forward in order to help her. 'Yeah. Being fit helps me concentrate and focus more...' As she bends, the short...