I was eighteen years old. My hair was a dusty brown, which I kept shoulder length, and in a ponytail to look cool and rebellious. I didn't pay much attention to the fact that I was 5'6" and weighed only 134lbs. Instead I thought I was aloof. I was a renegade. I liked to hang out with drug dealers and never in the normal flow of school society. So, when some...
OK, I know. The story was supposed to be over. To be honest I thought there would be no point in continuing with my memoirs. After all, I was only planning on having sex with two wonderful women for the rest of my life. There are only so many things you can write about, given those constraints. And you've already read the previous 12 chapters, so there would...
I am David. I am thirty seven years old and I have been very fortunate in life. In addition to having a beautiful, dutiful wife and a wonderful son, I have reasonable security and prosperity due to the financial management business built up by my father and the close network of supportive friends and colleagues centred on my club. We have a very nice house...
It all began as Wendy Askew walked through her parents' game room during a party celebrating her high school graduation. Without warning, she was playfully yet soundly smacked on the bottom with a ping-pong paddle. The gentleman who administered the whack was Ted Weems, a friend of her Uncle Richie. "Hey!" Wendy cried in surprise. "Sorry, honey buns, just...
My name is George. I am a middle aged man, still handsome by middle age standards. I do however carry a few extra pounds, that I am trying to get rid of by bicycling 4 or 5 times a week, but when you like good food and good wine, they tend to be very stubborn and do not give up on you very easily. I have not much hair left on my head, as they fell down on my...
Part III: Bound in Shadows "That's her," Terren said with a sneer. "The one who killed Master Fyrio. His little slut." Annie glared at the coachman with contempt. She had given him the opportunity to be free, and he had gone running back to the slavemasters. She could imagine nothing lower. "You like being a slave, bastard?" she cried. "You followed us to...
She'd fantasised about it a million times, and it was probably her favourite porn subject matter... in fact, she'd lost count of the number of times she'd frigged herself to orgasm whilst watching it on screen. But she'd never had the courage to try it for herself. Until one day... she was alone at home... she'd just brought herself to a wet squirting cl...
She had always been different then everyone she knew. Her skin was a touch lighter then all the others in her land. That was not what made her different, that chore belong to her eyes. They sparkled in a bright turquoise color. Where she was from everyone's skin was dark. Darker than even an entire week in the sun could make it. All her life she had seen no...
All of the participants of this are of legal age. This is for those that enjoy the DD/lg stories and life. The next morning I woke up hoping I didn't dream about yesterday. It had been three years since I felt that way about anyone. Sarah made me feel younger just by being near her. I got up, fixed Jack's breakfast, started the coffee and prepared lunch fo...
Chapter 2 - Cathy's Story OK, I'm the terrible wife in the first story. Gary - that's Garth Winter, my husband - showed me his story, and then the comments people sent him about it. And about him. And me! Well, all that happened nearly ten years ago, and despite what a lot of people assumed, we're still together, and happy. Well, I think we are, as far as...