Slirpuff had an essay titled Please Tell Me They're Not Real in which he reviewed the many variations of loving wife stories and his objections to them. I would like to present another perspective for comparison. Not saying that I am right or that he is wrong, just something else to consider. But first, a little bit about me so you can understand where I am...
Chapter One I was with my lover one afternoon and we had just finished a hot and steamy fuck. "Wow, that was good," she said stroking my soft cock to see if there was any life left in it. "Yeah, it was good" I said. I am fifteen years older then Dee and it takes me a while to recharge my battery. "What you need is a hot young stud to fuck you." Dee agree...
(Author's note: This story was written for the real Mary and based on facts and details she furnished. Of course I took the usual literary licenses. I hope she enjoys it...Shooter) * The headquarters of the gang was a dingy place. Seedy may be the word I was looking for. Even in the subdued lighting I could see that cleaning wasn't a priory. Music came fro...
My name is Nicole and I'm from Brazil. I'm also called Nica, my family nickname. Even though I was born and raised in Rio de Janeiro my parents are both European. I'm living and going to school in this country at the moment. I'm twenty-one years old and I've been told I'm pretty. I know that I'm a little plump at five feet two inches tall, but I have huge bo...
Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me. Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that's a good question. You have to understand that I came...
PART ONE - A little background Relating a story like this is extremely peculiar behavior for me. I never considered myself having any “creative” flare or writing skill. What drove me to contact my now friend shooter3704 was simple. I needed to confide in someone, someone outside my circle of friends and acquaintances. I am about to recant some events that...
I had not seen Alvin C. Jones in over eight years, but I recognized him immediately. He was bigger and his head was completely shaved, but it could be no one other than the man they called Bull. Bull wasn't someone you forgot very easily. My name is Keylee. Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City mall looking in a shop window. His hands were in his...