This story is part of the series "The Waxing." It actually picks up after part two, from the point of view of John's wife Jane. You won't miss anything by skipping the other parts of the story, except for some more hot sex, but the twists of the story will make more sense with the background provided by the other parts. ***** Saturday Morning I woke up e...
Shane's lips brushed mine so gently I wasn't sure he had kissed me at all, as if he was still giving me the chance to back out. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips onto his and I felt the pressure increase and we were kissing properly, his lips crushing mine. I felt lightheaded, and the blood began to pound in my ears as I felt his arm pull me closer. I hes...
Dressed in teen clothes Janice and Rose came back from shopping, with the usual armful of bags. 'Put the coffee on, girl, then hang up your new clothes,' Janice told her stepmother. The coffee was bubbling so Rose picked up the bags, to go to her room. It had been her daughter's room, but she had been relegated to it since their role reversal a few weeks...
Sharon Ralston straightened the sweaters on their hangers, making sure they hung evenly and in alignment with each other. She was moving slowly along the racks, tidying a little here, picking off a loose thread there, while keeping an eye out for customers. The boutique was fairly quiet at the moment, with only a few customers browsing through the items on d...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is the first part of what I envision as a two-part story. This is largely to set the stage for the second part. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or institution are unintentional and coincidental. ***** My wife, Denise, and I were proud of...
Mrs. Lucy Kent was a sitting at her desk, going through the senior English compositions from her class. She knew many teachers found it tiresome, grading, but she found it relaxing. Besides, she was in no hurry to get home. After all, her husband was off on another business trip, and her daughter, Diane, was attending a camp retreat for the weekend. Lucy ha...
It was not something Hannah could put her finger upon: much less describe. There was a feeling, not a strong feeling more a nagging doubt that all had not been as it seemed; that the man's bonhomie and easy conversation was a trifle contrived; that there was more to his pleasantries than met the eye. But she was not sure; it was only a small worry at the tim...
The time was eight fifty-five in the evening when Thaddeus drew back his shirt sleeve to look at his watch. Erica had divulged as much about her club's party rituals. The distance to the address on the card was going to be a long one, nearly at the city limits. It was best he left an hour early to arrive there at the hour Hilda had given him; the party, Eric...
Before proceeding please read the title, story tags and my profile to determine if the subject matter is to your liking. .......................................................... It was later afternoon on a Thursday. Heather and Bill had just flown into Chicago for their weekend with Roxanne and Peter - an experienced slut wife and cuckold. Roxanne, Hea...
I woke up once again, right next to Hannah in my bra and panties to the sobering thought that I had to be a boy tomorrow. The thought killed me. I didn't want to go back to being a nobody after the amazing time that I had this past weekend. I was the center of attention as Bambi, everyone wanted to get to know me, well fuck me, but same thing. I sat up from...