Here I was a seventy eight year old married woman of socialite status, squatting on my high heel pumps, worshiping the biggest cock I have ever seen. Licking it. Kissing it. Passionately stroking it. Literally making love to it. The fourteen inch, log-shaped monster cock I was worshiping was attached to the sculpted body of a world-famous rap star. An ei...
Pushing Gavin Reese beneath a stream of hot water Isabella Alcadore offers a beguiling smile. Entering the shower with him she faces and molds her body directly up to his. Reaching for soap she lathers a wash cloth and begins bathing him. He admired her goddess like features. Her long curly hair frosted blond over black with tones of red entering the fray. I...
Thank you for all your feedback on Chapter 1! Thanks for the many wonderful comments for your constructive thoughts, and for the few, strangely vitriolic, culturally ignorant ones, for the laughs. Once again, what follows is a story that involves all the stuff you think a story with this title would involve. If those things - hotwives, game shows, endless h...
A couple years back: Normally, the girls would never have been friends. They were all too different. It was only by all being new to the school and to the town on the same day that they shared a bond. Even as they found friends closer in tastes they still remained close, almost a clique made up of members of other high school groupings. There was a bookworm...
It was actually somewhat odd to be alone with her given the night we were having. As I cleaned up my face with my shirt, I had a chance to think about what I had done, and what we were doing. I remembered my girlfriend for the first time. Ex girlfriend now, I realized, after I told her about this -- knowing that I wouldn't be able to lie about it. I looked b...
Just a note: All characters are over eighteen. This one is just a little bit of fun - please enjoy :) *** Alana sat at table and fiddled with her food. She had been throwing surreptitious glances at Connor Montrose all through lunch. God he was gorgeous. Devine even. Right at that moment he caught her eye and smiled before continuing his conversation with...
Sam watched her apprenticeship brother lose his virginity from outside the candle ring. Latin vibrated through her throat in rounds. Once she'd said the words along with Betsy enough for them to become second nature, her mind began to go to other places. First there was fear. Betsy had told her stories of what happened to young Witches and Warlocks captured...
I don't usually recommend reading prior chapters, but you might feel a little lost if you haven't, in this case. In fact, the history is pretty important to "getting" what's about to take place. Who knows? You might enjoy them. But I'm not going to spend precious words on that tedious working-in of prior information: who everybody is, how great the girls loo...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purpose...
Part 2. Olga, Stanley. "Yes, okay," she said. "I understand." She grabbed her dress, half-heartedly pulling it open at the chest. There was a silly stab of regret as she felt the soft silky fabric tear. The dress was from Paris – she remembered the expensive little designer shop in the Marais where John had bought it for her. She thought back to how...