If you are looking for a wham/bam/thank you ma'am, all sex, no story line, you will be disappointed. If you are looking for a story with a story line and some good sex and fun, this is the story for you. I hope you enjoy my imagination. Creative feedback is always welcome. * Looking around at all the empty packing boxes stacked on the front porch gives Ros...
After Eggs Benedict and dark brewed coffee with cream, just as she liked it, Annika felt much better. A maid named Marnie, a pretty young woman in a neat black uniform, helped her bathe and dress in a gorgeous 1940s style sundress made of pale yellow linen with white trim. There was a bra for her, a strange satin conical one from the same era. It didn't fit...
Upturned ass, with a twitching hole I've just spent nearly half an hour coaxing open. Legs slightly apart, panties at the knees, balls and cock hanging down in a straight line, everything slick with lube and my saliva, with the tip of the head dripping precum. Over time I've learned to delay my obvious urge to jump in and start pounding, just long enough to...
In some ways...some ways...I am un-noticeable.... I mean, I make myself 'noticeable,' but it doesn't come naturally...not like two of my friends—Chanel and Majik.... Right there, you need to pause...contemplate—get a little 'Shakespearean' with me, huh?.... 'What's in a name...?' Stop there! Cuz you gotta conjure up what's goin' on when you call yourself 'C...
Josh Wyler, a 23 year-old struggling actor with a touch of James Dean was all excited after he did an audition for a film role. He knew that he was the right guy for the role and he felt that he'd done it right. Walking out of studio in his practiced Hollywood stud walk, he bumped into two dare-to-bare babes who obviously had the hots on him, all tits and w...
Author's note: I'm sorry that it took such a long time for me to post another chapter to my story. I have several reasons for this. The first is that I accidentally deleted my notes on the story so there may be some inconsistencies with the previous chapters, I was careful but I may have missed something. The second was that I joined the US Air Force as a tr...
About thirty years ago, my father, Albert (Big Al) Lemoine, bought a used truck and started moving food, furniture and anything else he could haul in and out of Lake Charles, Louisiana. I'm his only child, Albert (Little Al). And that's what everybody calls me. Little Al. Not Albert. Not Al. But always Little Al. I learned to live with it. As years went by...
My travels resumed with a vengeance. The following Friday I returned to find Linda having her period. Uncomfortable and irritable, she invoked the "if I can't have it, neither can you" model of familial relations. I flew off again. She picked me up at the Marta station the next Friday. "Jack, you don't look too good." "It must have been the lunch I ate. I'...
The prom was going on without them, the entire class and all the staff looking around confused as they announced the prom king and queen, and neither Diago nor Brittany were there to accept the honor. *** Diago tried for over 20 minutes to reach his cousin Jake; it was the only safe place he knew. Jake's mansion was in the middle of nowhere, he had no nei...
Rouge. He had told her to use rouge. "Apply it with a make up brush. Only cover the aureoles of your nipples, and remember to remove the piercings first." She stood, in front of the mirror, looking at her full heavy breasts with their nipples slightly puckered in anticipation. He favourite tale was "The Story of O", and like her, she was going to prepare...