Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
Totally fictional story. I walked into my office. My secretary, Rachel, had gotten me my morning coffee and a donut. "Good morning Rachel, what do I have today?" "Hey boss, you have a 4 o'clock meeting but most of today is either paperwork or logistical." I sat down and looked at my schedule, noticing that my meeting was with none other than Salma Hayek....
Rob entered the bar apprehensively. It was warm and lively. He had never done anything like this before. What was he thinking? He had a very strong urge to return to his room for a quiet evening of reading. But he promised and a promise is a promise. Although he could just tell ... NO! That would not be right. He scanned the room, which made his stomach sin...
Dr. Vivian McLeod was carefully retrieving a bug from the container. There were still a few specimens alive since she brought them back from Miranda's apartment. The doctor could still remember the night she received the call. "You have to come over and see this!" her boss said over the phone. Since then, five blocks around Miranda's building still remained...
"Hey buddy, don't make assumptions about me just because I'm from Saudi Arabia," Afsane Salman said vehemently, glaring at Aaron Vincent, and the big and tall, burly and dark-skinned young Haitian scholar almost flinched in his seat, a meter or so from hers. Even though Afsane was only five-foot-six, the chubby, bronze-skinned young Saudi Arabian Muslim woma...
This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not meant to be and should not be read by minors or individuals who do not enjoy erotic writings. PART ONE I don’t normally drink hard liquor, but this had been a hell of a day, and as far as I could see, it isn’t going to pick up soon. So I checked in at the hotel, got my room key, sent my bags up to my room a...
A note: I realize that this could have been posted in several different categories - LW, Non-erotic, etc. Despite what my wife might claim, I'm a romanticist at heart, so I put it in romance. Thanks for reading. WR ***** Chapter 5 The next two weeks flew by. The dinner at Joyce's was great. Her friends had been married for eons and were delightful company...
The sun set and it was closing time at the Seville Hills, MO pool. The announcement was made, and the swimmers began to file back into the swim house. The girls went as fast as their dared, the asscheeks switching for the boys' benefit, their admirers silent and motionless in admiration. They went into the bath house: the teenage boys went back to their cars...
The morning after Kim's return from Mexico, I wandered into the dining room, where brilliant sunshine blasted in from the desert. Two nymphs in football shirts had the coffee going and were setting the table. I fondled each behind in turn and declared my instant lust for them. I was handed a tall glass of orange juice and asked what exotic place I was taking...
I was still smiling from Kim's instructions to go to my trainer when I arrived at Clemmie's. All the lights were out, but the front door was unlocked. I slipped inside and prepared for an ambush. I needed to get naked, I decided, and crawl carefully to the bedroom. A few minutes of exploration revealed that the two naked bodies in the bed were sound asleep....