Samantha Dalton raised her hand to knock at the double door, then withdraw it, uncertain. Stephen Prester, her teen paramour, looked down, meeting her blue eyes with his own. "Are you okay, Sammie?" He looked concerned. "We don't have to do this, you know." Beautiful as he was, the pearlescent sheen of his cum across her face made her even more desirable to...
Note: From now on, I won't be putting as much sex into every chapter like I've done before, excluding the two without sex already. Besides, in such a heated situation, I doubt I can figure out a way to involve sex that easily, though I'll keep my mind open. Absolutely no rape (non consent/reluctance in this case) situations though, the way I see it, I just d...
This copy of the story has been revised. I believe the editing errors have been removed. When I write something I always have my internal view of the ending and the future. I failed to convey that to the readers. I assumed the readers could tell where it was headed. I have attempted to remedy this while remaining truthful. Hopefully the story is clearer now....
I stood there, nervous, wondering whether or not I should just turn around and head back across the street. I turned to look back at my house. I'd never been nervous about coming here before. I'd been here a thousand times, why now all of the sudden? I turned my head back to the door. "No," I told myself. "I'm going through with this. We're doing it today....
It was just another day in paradise. Or at least that's what most people observing from the outside would surely think. Here I was, lounging by the pool in my skimpy pink bikini and soaking up the rays while maids and butlers saw to my every whim. Whether it was supplying food and drinks, applying sun lotion or even just fanning me I had servants to see to m...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was maelstrom of fleeting thoughts. Zoey cycled through them all, one after the other, each as unsustainable as the last. She was glad to be with Carmen, though that meant being stowed under her desk for the meantime, but Gretchen was out there. Stalking the halls. Her heels had probably cracked under the force of her steps. Had the black eye set in yet?...
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"I've wanted this for a long time." A deep reptilian voice sounded. The voice belonged to an eight foot tall seven hundred pound dragon turtle creature named Bowser, the King Koopa. He was feared throughout the entire Mushroom Kingdom and several of the surrounding lands. Right now his bright red mane was swept back over his head revealing all of his dark gr...
My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once......