Chapter 02: The Beginning Lisa Vasquez lay sprawled face down across the big desk, sobbing softly, her firm teenage tits mashed against the cold hard oak, as her professor's fat dick hammered into her from behind with long smooth strokes. Her jeans and panties lay in a tangle around her ankles, the professor too urgent to even remove her sneakers before tak...
The Story of Golden, the Girl with Bleached-blond Dreadlocks, and the Three Behrs -Cinner There once was a young woman called Golden. She wore dreadlocks. She was often called "Goldenlocks" because she had bleached her dreadlocks blond, and because it was too good a chance for people with droll senses of humour to miss since everyone knew the story of Gold...
"Anna," Erik said wearily. "Hey stranger. What do you say we get together tonight?" said Anna-Marie, otherwise know only as Anna. "I'd love to Anna but I've had a hellish week. In fact I just got home from work right now. Gonna hit the shower and then get some much needed sleep." "Oh I think I know the perfect way to help you relax baby. All you have to d...
I have known Miss Bobby for a very long time. We've always been friends foremost and lovers just for the fun of it. She worked at a club I visited whenever I was in town. She drank for a living, meaning she worked for the bat so the customers would buy her drinks and stick around longer. I would hang around until she got off and then we would go somewhere el...
By Dan57 from an idea by Dahlia57 epilogue? On the next morning, Rohini put on a business suit and arrived quite early at the headquarters of the company owned by her husband Mukherjee. She had found in the mail waiting for her, a letter from her friend Vanessa that officially informed her she was appointed senior vice president of the company. She should...
This is a flash story that popped in my head as I was thinking about why the people in the Loving Wives stories rarely talk about their dissatisfaction with the status quo. I wondered what would happen if someone took the bull by the horns and actually talked about things instead of letting them fester. This is what popped out of my head. No BTB or cuckoldin...
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Laura may have had a premonition that something was up. She certainly gave me the impression that she was uneasy. I wondered if she had spoken to one of the girls at the brothel. Why hadn't I warned them that she was not to know of the plan to retaliate against Ollie? If she knew I had skipped one of my classes that day and was planning to miss school the f...
Jess knew Sam from work. Every Wednesday he would be there to have a meeting with the MD and she would always be on reception to greet him. They had known each other in this manner for 2 years now. They'd always gotten on well and seemed to have plenty in common. Jess was engaged to Michael, a simple man with simple tastes. He liked football, cricket and bee...
Qing stood at the kitchen sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes. She thought of how her life had changed over the past few years. As she and her husband, Chi, had planned, they had two children, a home in the suburbs and good jobs to pay for this wonderful life. This was the dream she had when she first arrived from China, almost twenty years earlier....