The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly vs King Kong" Hey guys! You know, even I myself sometimes can't believe how much time I spend thinking and dreaming of cock... I remember when I went to see Peter Jackson's "King Kong". Soon as I saw...
I first published this story a few years ago. Since then, my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some grammatical mistakes. *** I was on vacation in Florida. On the second day, I decided to visit the 'glades. I wore a matching red bra and panty set, with a...
Sunday dawned with rain hammering the big windows and lightening and thunder crashing. I like rainy days but, summer storms this close to the coast in Florida; can sometimes be severe. I rolled over and gazed at the clock and was surprised to see it was after 9:30. I usually wake up earlier but I must have been more tired than I thought last night. After th...
The next day, we didn't talk much about the previous night's events. What was there to say? Davi had fucked Sara senseless and she had enjoyed every minute of it. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I enjoyed watching every minute of it. She had gotten something out of her system that she had clearly been wanting for a long time, and I was okay with it...
Chapter One Hundred Thirty: Church and State I woke early, sliding out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Alistair. For some reason I couldn't explain, talking to Dorothea seemed a million times scarier than talking to Greagoir had been, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I curled up in the window seat, cracking the shutters open a small amount to let in...
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight: *Of Shipwrecks and Monarchs "I think the King's going mad." I looked around surreptitiously, hoping no one heard what Blake had said, wondering if it was possible to get the kid alone in a room and find out what he meant without being overheard. "Where is he?" "On his way. You'll see." With that unsettling prediction, I...
Chapter 10: Shipwreck At first, I thought he meant for me to sit right down on his cock, to impale myself on it. It was hard enough, and I sure was wet enough, but he guided me to the side and had me settle my soaking wet pussy on his firm, muscular thigh. I squirmed a little, a bit ashamed of my obvious sluttiness, and also because it felt so good. He took...
This is a darker chapter, like Chapter 5, because Calum Blackthorne is not a nice man. It contains instances of anal and oral sex and non-consent or reluctance. While it has no direct incidents of torture or discipline, those things happened in the background and you are aware of it. Be aware if those things are not your cup of tea. * Teárlag crept through...
I never revealed to Trey that I was aware of his sexpassing (trespassing with the intent of sex). What was I supposed to say? Bro I watched you fuck the shit out of that girl you snuck into my house. Not a chance. I always deliberately put on an air of toughness when he came around. I know what I am but he doesn't have to. Let the Treys of the world reap the...
Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes – aaah - Antonio Carlos Jobim * Nelle loves her sunrise walks; and this Monday morning she has risen early so that her husband, Brether, and their company, close friends Anne and Drew Foster, will not be disturbe...