Thanks to Brian with all his help on my story. I am not a writer! My stories are part fiction, part fact. If you do not like my stories please do not read them. They are meant to entertain not to be analyzed or morally judged. Enjoy! * As you may recall my name is Betty Jean, a small town girl who had graduated from high school and moved to a large city in...
I woke up some time later to the sound of the bushes lightly rustling in the wind. Sarah was still sleeping soundly on top of me. I looked down and admired her beauty in awe. It was quite dark, but I could just make her out in the starlight. Her head was nuzzled against my chest. Her shoulder length blond mane was a mess, plastered in places to her cheeks an...
"Hey Kwaz, come over here." "OK Vince," I said. I walked over to Vince and a few of the guys and said, "What's up?" "What do you think of my girl Debbie?" He asked. "Wha-what do you mean Vince? Debbie's a nice girl and really pretty." "Come on Kwaz. Be honest now. Admit it, she's a fucking bitch. Tell me you wouldn't like to fuck her." "Well, uh . . . e...
Basking in the glory of pleasures with which we met the dawn, your breaths became slower and deeper as you melted into Egyptian cotton covering the lofty feather bed. The down comforter floated across our bare flesh, lightly teasing my pulsing thoughts to savor every sensation I could possibly capture in the quiet sounds of the morning. Rhythmic heat floode...
I couldn't get Jodie out of my mind that day. being a Sunday I had nothing much to do, so I spent most of my time online - 'theblackcockchurch' etc etc I couldn't concentrate on work during the week either. I'm sure everybody in my office would have had a fit if they had any idea of the insanely erotic images of Jodie being well and truly pounded by a blac...
Chapter #16 Taking the Train to New Orleans I'm Silky -- I'm Over 18 and I live with Jessica & George -- I've got all that stuff in my other diary entries, ooops, I mean fantasies. We went to New Orleans earlier this year, for a long weekend. It wasn't Mardi Gras, but that's not really the best time to see the Crescent City, anyway; too crowded, too drunk...
The next day, Harry planned to do some work on a book he was writing, but our experiences with the new digital camera had distracted him. Now, I was no stranger to being photographed. My folks had a camera. I had albums of the family while I was growing up. In college one night after some party, when I was living off-campus with four other girls we went a l...
He walked through the rows of desks to his office, deep in thought as he recalled the important meeting that had just ended. He noticed all the desks were empty. It must be pretty late, he passively thought to himself, or perhaps just low attendance due to the ongoing pandemic? Something about the meeting left him feeling tense, he looked forward to going ho...
It had been years since I left Arkham, and I truly thought I would never return, alas fate had a different plan for me, and I was shaking in sheer dread when I turned from the highway onto the exit ramp into the small college town. First, introductions, of course. My name is Jonathon Phenning, and I was born in Arkham, Massachusetts, my father was a profess...
She parked her car, legs weak again. ' Can I do this?' she thought yet again. 'Is this real?. At least it's daytime, day, I could not do it if it was dark'. These thoughts tumbled in and out, crowded with the desire that welled in her. She had wanted to know what HE had felt, the places that he had described in her ear as he pushed in and out, the sounds he...