Fuck Mountain, huh? A place for you to fuck away all your problems? That's a laugh, because there's only one problem I have, and that is my dead wife. No way I'm ever going to fuck that problem away. Maybe if she was alive I could fuck her away. Maybe I could cheat on her by fucking other people so much that she'd leave me. That would technically be fucking...
Chapter 03 Fantasies of Control Revealed and Fulfilled Tom, the minister and his secretary, Julia, had never experienced days flying by so quickly. They had accidently discovered each other sexually and while Tom's wife, Pam was out of town, had spent evenings in Tom's house. Although Pam and Julia were friends, she had both fucked and made love to Pam's...
It was about 12:30 in the morning and the nightlife of the city was in full swing as people of all sorts headed out to shows, nightclubs, bars, and the like. The dazzling neon lights and glare of vehicle headlights did little to phase the slender, trenchcoat-clad figure who wove about the crowds of people with ease. For anyone watching, they would not have g...
Part Eight: Diplomacy Chapter Twenty-Three LEVERIA "...do you see that?" A nasally voice cut through the darkness. The darkness had been pure bliss, a blanket of nothing to drape over my mind, gently dulling the cruel light of life. The voice was an interloper, a screeching rooster at dawn's window, rousing me unbiddenly from the deepest of slumbers. "...
Natalie and I had been seeing each other for a weeks at this stage, as we sat cuddled side by side on my couch, her leaning into me a bit, showing off the contours of her curvy, slightly chubby young body. We were sexually active, but the strictly by the book missionary style type of couple. Natalie seemed happy enough with that situation in the bedroom, but...
Room 206 "Shithole for a bachelorette party," Cathy scowls. "We're going out anyway," says Becca. "What if we meet boys?" asks Maria. "Jessica has dibs. She's bride." "We'll meet boys," says Jessica. "I know what happened at his party." Slips a thong past tan thin thighs. "Someone's going to be very lucky." Room 151 Point remote, more volume....
My husband and I both LOVE anal sex. And when I say we love it, I know that I can't get enough of it and he's an anal enthusiast to say the least. If I had my way, I could take a dick in my ass every day, twice a day if I had the chance. Phillip, on the other hand, likes to keep a little variety in our sex lives so he has me on anal restriction. I can only g...
Not a poem. Not a story. Not an exercise in character development. And, erm, no... no speech marks. Not one for the pedants. * I... am bored. I'm waiting at a train station. Been on a reception for the country's best English teachers in some godforesaken shithole up in the grim North and desperate to come home. I went in disguise. So I am wearing a long...
When you're the height of the average Ewok, and gettin' laid more than Home Depot linoleum, you don't ask questions. Kinkier than an aged garden hose, she was primed for dong like a virgin on her wedding night. Unfortunately, my trustworthy, metallic mare gravitated towards a pothole I'd passed, sans incident, thousands of time prior. The online classified...
Her face was buried in the laundry on top of the washing machine. His hand on the back of her head, holding it down. Wrapped in that beautiful silky hair, her auburn curls tightly wound in his fingers. His other hand held her leg up onto the corner of the machine. It was one of those older machines, he mused, the kind that opened on the top with the little s...