As our trip to New Orleans gets closer, I get more and more excited, scared, anxious, and numerous other emotions running through my head. We have been talking about New Orleans since the first day we met, and it is hard to believe that that time is right around the corner. I expect our time there to be full of many firsts. We will meet in the airport, rid...
Mark turned and looked to see Ngwane and Nombi, both completely naked and looking lustfully at him and Thulani. The woman was beautiful, her small breasts tipped by hard nipples, her shapely thighs, and her shaven pussy, all coming together erotically in the flickering shadows. But, despite himself, Mark was captivated by Ngwane's cock right above him, dark,...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an alternate ending to "A Loving Wife Dies" by H2Owader. He is a wonderful writer and the story really inspired me. My ending goes in a very different direction from the end of his original story. I humbly ask his indulgence for my taking up his story in this way. If you hate it, please blame me and not him. This ending will make no...
Becky sat on the couch in her bummin' around the house clothes which consisted of a light tank top and a pair of sweat pants that said "Princess" on the butt. She flipped through the channels trying to find something good on TV, but she knew that on a Saturday morning, that was unlikely. Becky's parents walked into the room and informed her that they were g...
My name is Darshana Parvati Singh. I was born and raised in the City of Bhopal, Capital of the Indian Province of Madhya Pradesh. I've always been different from others ever since I could remember. As a young woman in the Republic of India, I've always had the feeling that my destiny lay elsewhere. My father Raju Singh always encouraged me to pursue my dream...
I lay back on the mattress, eyes closed basking in the after effects of Bob's sensational blow job and wondering why it had taken me all these years before experimenting with another guy. My hand rested on his erect cock gently stroking it's length but I was still too caught up in my own feelings to worry about his. "You'll have to do better than that," sai...
A few weeks later, no comments about that night with Don. The only change was sex became more frequent. I couldn't get up the courage to ask her about that change but I wasn't complaining. She had gotten more demanding in bed and I definitely like that, but nothing said, no surprise repeats. Nothing. Finally I plucked up some courage and popped out with it,...
(This is a continuation from 'The farmer's wife -- Day 1" and 'The farmer's wife -- the first night'. Please read those first to understand the characters and the plot so far) * Next morning, Sam was already gone when I awoke, just a crumpled sheet and a small stain where she'd been sleeping. I got up and went out to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of juice...
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Sofia was bored. Another day, another long sales pitch to sit through; probably with some wrinkly old man droning on and on about some boring new service. Stifling a yawn, she walked in through the large mahogany doors of her boardroom. The sight that greeted Sofia made her pause in her tracks. The man who was quietly conversing with her own Head of Sales wa...