I finally sleep with the smell of that new book in my face. Only about twenty pages to go when my eyes closed forcefully with the light still on, the print blankets my face. Waking up where I left off some six hours earlier the story is finished. Supposedly a novel a day keeps the shrink wrapper away, my theory in high school. No, I do not want to meet with...
(Ongoing series of stories about sexy older women who love using young studs as their cum-fed sex slaves!) * It was a beautiful day for a walk. Annabelle Shaw, 62, was a gorgeous, well kept and very powerful CEO of a Fortune 500 company, working hard and playing harder -- usually with one of a cadre of well-hung, cum-filled studs she had at her disposal,...
(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don't, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you) Susan O'Malley was pissed. She'd been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes...
At nineteen I still lived at home with my mum and younger sister Suzy who was eighteen. My dad had left us when Suzy was only a baby and we hadn't heard anything from him since, he had gone to places unknown with his secretary, a slut with big tits and loose knickers, well that's what mum told her friends anyhow. At nineteen I hadn't dated many girls compar...
After learning about a friend's death I needed to get away for a few days. So I packed up my camping gear and headed on a road trip to Pinecrest Lake. *** When I arrived in Pinecrest, I pulled into Meadowview and drove through the campgrounds until I found a nice spot near some restrooms. I backed in my black GMC Yukon into the parking space and parked....
Elizabeth was only about an hour away from closing up shop for the night. It was Friday, and she was tired, and ready to go home for the weekend. Luckily, her store had quieted down for the evening, as she made most of her sales early in the day. Her main stock consisted of mystical items that seemed magical, but were no more than just unique looking trinket...
Chapter 13 Roxanne felt like a nerve wreck walking through the busy main hall of the mall. Her face smelled strongly of Leila's feet and judging from some of the gestures people they passed made, she guessed others could smell it to. If only the ground would open up beneath her feet, she would be so grateful. Instead she just tried to stay as close to Savan...
This story was requested by a fan, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Let me know what you readers think, and maybe I'll write a sequel. Enjoy! ***** October 2nd, 6:04 p.m. This year was my high school's 100th anniversary homecoming, and everyone in our small community was ecstatic for the huge milestone. I certainly was, being a senior football cheerlead...
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tight...
Susan O'Malley was never much of a housekeeper. She was, however, the best at dominating men, and women, young and old, delighting in bending them to her ways, usually a process that involved forcing them to drink her hot piss. Not usually - always. She loved exploiting the weaknesses of others. It played to her sexually controlling nature. Today, for exa...