I´m a 30 year old woman with a little big problem… I still live with my parents, but this is not the real problem… I mean, I had a problem with myself, with my body more specifically. Well, I'm not very tall, I'm actually short, but that never bothered me. In fact, what made me a shy person and extremely upset about my physical qualities is the fact that I d...
Dear Readers, I hope you find this story interesting. Unfortunately, there is not that much sex in this part, but there will be more in future parts. Please consider reading the first part if you have not done so already. Special thanks to my reviewers who helped identify many errors, but I am sure a few still exist. If you would like to be on my team of edi...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...
The first time I was with another couple was in California. I worked at night as a musician, spent days running, biking, practicing. Occasionally I'd pick up a movie at the local adult store. Adult store patrons are the same the world over: middle-aged married men, rendezvous-ing gay men, horny twenty-year-old gotta-get-off-NOW men (that was me). Drunks and...
Jane was average. She had C cup breasts. She weighed 130 pounds, and was 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She had shoulder-length brown hair, though she's secretly wished to be a redhead. She wasn't all that curvy, she had a few freckles here and there... For the most part, though, Jane was average. Average as hell. She was excited, then, when she found something a...
*Note to readers: Thank you so much to my readers if you have made it this far. If you are just now starting the story I urge you to start from Chapter one. These Chapters are not meant to be read as stand alone stories and I fear if you start here you are not going to know what is going on. Other than that as usual all persons taking part in sexual activiti...
This is the true story of a former girlfriend, although some details have been altered to protect privacy. * Charlotte and I met online and lived about three hours apart. We arranged to meet for dinner halfway and there was a great deal of chemistry between us. Apart from some kissing we did not get physical that evening, but it was understood that we woul...
Camilla did move out of her mother's home (Camilla's parents had divorced when she was six). Now that she was making lots of money as a lap-dancer, she could easily afford her own apartment. Furthermore, she and a friend shared the rent. In fact, she'd been looking for a place a few weeks before the fight with her mother. The day after she turned eighteen, s...
"You like that baby girl?" I love the way you nod your head and bite your lip, unable to speak. "Good. Daddy enjoys pleasing you." Your soft skin feels so amazing against my hand as I caress you. You let the lightest moan escape your mouth, making my cock twitch at the sound. "Baby girl needs thigh rubs more often then, huh?" You open those bright eye...
Billy Smithson looked at the door wide-eyed when he heard the rusty bolt sliding to a sharp metallic clack - the noise of which reverberated through his concrete cell. He felt exposed and vulnerable. Smithson, a sophomore at Pace University, lay naked and spread-eagle on his back strapped to an odd sort of table. He had tried to escape, but the more he strug...