Author's note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They're written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I've kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so...
The next of my experiences in the village occurred when a notable young wild child appeared. She had come to the village to purge herself and to escape the nightclub lifestyle for a while. A few days after she arrived she approached me and asked me why I was there. "I don't know who you are," she said to me, "but I can tell that you are not a native. I was...
I've always had this thing for older woman. I'm 25, banged my share of MILF and more than a few GILFs, grannies in their 60s. Something about their enthusiasm and experience more than offsets the wrinkles and sags of their bodies, especially bodies they work to keep in shape. Maddie was one I'd had my eye on for awhile, she works at the Laundromat I go to....
(Note: a followup to my earlier story "Better Than Leno.") Burton stepped onto the train, clutching his folder from St. Stanislaus. The train was half full and he didn't feel like dealing with strangers, not after the news he'd gotten. Thankfully the little area at the end of the train, facing the driver's compartment with its locked metal door, was empty...
As I cuddled into Amber's plump flesh and lightly dozed she muttered as she fell into post-coital sleep that Jenny Green was her Mum. I would like to say that this brought me back to full wakefulness, but it really didn't, and as I continued to doze my memory took me back almost 25 years, and I dreamed / remembered the following, all with the fuzzy edges tha...
Let me introduce myself. My name is Tina Cosgrove and I'm 57 years old and an only child. I'm single and I currently work from home as a book accountant for a couple of local companies and a charity. I have spent all of my adult life living in my family home. My father died when I was a child and I was a carer for my mother from the age of 19 until about six...
!Announcement! The Arena found its next contestants! The rules of the Arena are clear: no killing, no clothes, and no restrictions on dirty moves. Fighters can utilize some non-fair tactics like punching and kicking below the belt, biting, clawing, holding or tackling your opponent and so on, no fouls whatsoever. The match ends when every opponent is knock...
"What are you going to do?" Bill asked as they lay side by side on the bed. "Are you going to leave and go back home?" "I don't know," Murphy responded and placed her forearm across her eyes as if she was trying to block out the outside world. After they had made love, Bill had waited until Murphy came out of the bathroom. He could hear her urinating in t...
All characters are 18. Please rate and comment. * I am 55 and teach introduction to accounting. Styles have changed skirts get shorter blouses get tighter and girls have fewer limits. One thing is consistent. All girls want cock as much as men want to give it. This was taught to me when I took this course. I was 18 shy awkward and the only man in the clas...
Billy, like any college student before him, spent spring break partying with friends, girls, and ingesting quarts of beer and booze. He was having fun, but somewhere along the way his spring break got a little more exciting. Her name was Carol, a lonely widow who lived by her lonesome; a tank full of tropical were what kept her company. They ran into each ot...