Little Red Riding Hood was bored almost out of her little red head. She was walking through the wood, headed to her grandmothers house. It wasn't because she wanted to go see her Grannie, it was because her parents were forcing her to go! She was carrying a basket filled with yummies for Grandma, just as she had done since she was six years old. Now she was...
Wir sind etwa vor 2 Monaten, kurz nach unserer Heirat, frisch hier eingezogen. In ein schönes ruhiges 4 Familienhaus und haben eine schöne 2 Zimmerwohnung im 1. Stock. Mein Mann ist 23 und ich 25 Jahre alt. Ich bin 1, 67 m groß, bringe 58kg auf die Waage und habe eine ausgesprochen frauliche Figur. Körbchengröße 80d lässt auf einen üppigen wohlgeformten und...
The car ride on the way home from the Veterans Ball was a quiet one for Jackson and Chris. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Chris stared out the window and Jackson kept his eyes on the road. Jackson remembered the first day he had seen Brandon. Tall, lanky kid who literally got off the bus with a scruffy bag on one shoulder and a huge chip on the...
Das Mädchen stand nackt vor dem Spiegel. Sie hatte gezweifelt, ob ihre Unterwäsche nur aus einem weißen String bestehen sollte, oder ob sie einen BH tragen wollte. Ihre Brüste waren jung und fest, so daß sie eigentlich keine Unterstützung brauchten, das Mädchen hatte dann aber doch einen Push-Up angezogen, um ihre Oberweite etwas zu vergrößern. Das Mädchen h...
Michael retreated from the gorge with his new companion, retracing his steps back towards the river. He thought briefly about taking one of the wolves with him for a meal, but it seemed like a bad idea with his new companion still pausing every few steps to look back for the rest of her pack. Glancing up he saw that the sun was still quite low on the horiz...
This one’s written by special request from a fan. I always like to accept a writing challenge. SP. What reason would a Mistress ever have to marry her slave? She asked herself this question many times before she married her favourite slave. The answer was simple: she loved him. She loved him in a way she had loved no other slave, and she decided she wanted...
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Island. This is a purely non-canon story for your amusement. Banoi was anything but paradise. With the undead spreading like wildfire on the beautiful nightmare island, death was becoming too common. Survivor Xian Mei knows this all too well. Having been transferred as a spy in Banoi from her bullshit agency in Hong Kong, Xian...
I've been thinking the past couple of days, how hot it would be, to have you in every corner of my house, on the kitchen table, the couch, on the bathroom sink, & in my shower also. I could see coming from work after a long day, and finding you in the kitchen, starting to cook dinner, everything smelling delicious and you, looking so sweet and sexy & hot, wi...
A Real E-mail or, What’s An Erection Like? 12:00 Midnight. The E-mail begins…. Rachel: Why, hello Sasha: Hi baby. I’ve been craving you. I missed you Rachel: Really? Sasha: Ya. I really did? You've grown on me. Rachel: How are you? Rachel: :-) thanks, hon...you too Sasha: Well, I'm a little sick and a little high, but at peace in some ways and in other not...
"Hey, we need to talk," was the greeting I got as Cindy woke me the next morning. Bad things zoomed thru my head. Oh, God, no, I thought, not the we need to talk talk. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and was greeted by a bright-eyed and pony-tailed Cindy. Free of makeup, full of glee, she looked much younger than her 32 years. Until you notice she was wea...