©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved. * The Rolling Stones are on my mind as my husband thrusts inside me. It is the same old thing, missionary style, lying there as he moves in and out the same old way. 'I can't get no satisfaction' I sing inside my head as finally he cums and pulls out without so much as a kiss. Exhausted he lays beside me for a hot m...
It's been quite awhile since I've been able to find time to write but I've still got a few adventures to share with you! The weeks following our threesome with Kristen were filled with reflection and discussion of how far we'd come since the first time I'd heard my husband's fantasy on that Tennessee mountain top. If you had told me then that in just a cou...
This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no under-age sex or cruelty. ***** You have probably read my husband's account of his conversation with young Brian and our later discussions concerning the situation. Everything he related is absolutely true but inevitably we both had slightly different versions of ev...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person, location or situation in particular. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen. This submission is about the coming of age of an 18-year old virgin who signs up to a website for modeling and eventually to get deflowered. I hope you have fun reading it. I decided...
-Will- Lili's next appointment came sooner than I expected, or at least sooner than it felt. She is sitting upright on the table, with me sitting next to her on the chair while we waited for the results. Apparently, her last appointment the nurse drew some blood and we were here for those results. Why this could not be done by phone, eludes me, but I guess...
I wake up when the sun hits my eyes, the light bleeding through the blinds, forming stripes on the covers. Looking over my shoulder, I see that Derek has vacated the bed and is no longer next to me. Hopefully he isn't a morning person, because I definitely am not. What a weird feeling. I can't even think of the last time I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine...
It was a Friday afternoon during the last school break when the music teacher had called for me. One of the pupils in a lower grade had delivered a message that Mrs. van Zyl would like to speak to me before end of the school day. As I didn't take music as a subject, I was very curious. It was a very small school in a small town with only about 100 pupils fro...
I opened a story the other day and what I read in the header and the first paragraph or so, was enough for me to close the story down again. I'm not one for what are euphemistically termed cuckold stories about guys who let their wives run around on them. However I thought to myself, does the first couple of paragraphs always have to tell the reader where t...
I have known Edith almost all my life and for as long as I've known her she hadn't liked me. It started in the first grade when she accused me of pulling her pigtails. The teacher stood me in the corner for ten minutes despite my protests that I hadn't done it. Then, to add insult to injury Edith stuck her tongue out at me when I left the corner to go back t...