Fr. Pete ordered the girls and Sr. Melanie to pack up their things and put them into the bus. He then told them where to sit. He would have no arguments from them anymore. "Sister Melanie, come here. Sit by me!" Sr. Melanie did as she was commanded. She was very subservient now and did not try to antagonize him. The girls had cried initially but, she calmed...
I had been thinking about John and Karen for months. It was clear they were attracted. Our marriage was cold and she only came to life around him. I had been talking to John about her. Actually he talked about her a lot, about how funny she was, how good looking she was. It was clear he thought about her a lot. I finally confronted him asking him if he wante...
Part Four – Michele Returns The woman is slim. She is wearing a cerise satin blouse, black leather skirt and black high-heeled pumps. Flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings sheath her long well defined legs. She is wearing a blonde bob, her bangs direct your gaze to heavily madeup eyes, and she's wearing glistening ruby-red lipstick. She is mature but sexy...
Jean-Yves could not stand receptions. He did not derive any pleasure from the small talk and the shallowness of exchanges, and he was put off by the artificial politeness that accompanied welcomes and introductions, the unspoken lines of taboos when it came to topics of politics, religion, and anything else covered under the umbrella of political correctness...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
I'm a regular guy, single, into porn, wanking and having a girl when I can get one, but guys I know kid me about my wild life photography hobby. I'd be out taking pictures of birds, insects and flowers, while they were out watching football or in the pub chasing girls. I'd often won prizes in photography competitions, but an amazing weekend came when my phot...
Part 25: The Great Pretender At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has...
She was woken by the impatient snorting and stamping from the stalls below her loft chamber. Victoria smiled to herself with the simple pleasure of her new life when she once again realised where she was. She savoured the warmth of her cot for a few more seconds – let Jupiter stamp and snort for a few moments more – as she breathed in the tangy scent of the...
It was more than three years ago since he had seen Anne, Joss mused as he sat in the train to Rotterdam. Yesterday evening his phone had disturbed him during the first minutes of his sleep. It had been Anne who had invited him to come to her place and have a drink. When he had asked for the reason for this sudden invite, she had just said something about ol...
"Are you hard again, Daddy?" inquired the insatiably horny, 18 year old brunette, her eyes looking up her father's naked body while her tongue continued to lap at his massive, oversized penis, tasting her cunt juices and his sperm all over it, "do you want to fuck your babygirl's cunt again, Daddy?" Kneeling naked on her father's bed that summer weekend mor...