It is perhaps incorrect to call my adorable girlfriend a "girlfriend". For one thing, we don't want to define a relationship, and for another, she is no longer a girl. Without disclosing her age, she is at that part of her life where her plumbing needs a little attention. Consequently, her doctor told my lady friend that she couldn't have sex for several we...
Ron came knocking, he sounded out of breath and in a hurry, "Hi Bob, can you please help me with my car? I can't get it started." I replied, "Have you got fuel in it?" "Ha Ha, yes I've got fuel in it, I just filled it up yesterday." I asked Ron, "I've just got home and need a shower. Can I come round after?" Ron sounding very urgent, "It's just that I ne...
My name is John Samuel Dinghy. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking older black man living in the city of Brockton. I'm originally from Cameroon. These days, I work as a nurse at Brockton Hospital. It's an okay job, I guess. It can get a little boring. Which is why I find ways to spice things up. How? I kill the boredom by ass-fucking the meanest, fattest bitch...
Angie squirmed and wriggled, testing the restraints as she reveled in the sensation of her captivity. Vanessa had tied her to the fucking table, and she was helpless to do anything at all, which was just the way she liked it. The panties had been replaced with a ball gag, because they wouldn't have been nearly enough to stifle the screams the machine would d...
The argument finally ended. My wife was not about it but I had won the argument. It started because she had came home two days early from her business trip. She wasn't suppose to be home until Sunday but she got home Friday evening. She was upset because two of my work friends were coming over tomorrow to hang out by the pool. My wife had planned on sunning...
Alice sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. She knew she was in danger of exposing herself again, and the mixture of excitement and fear was intense. She was already naked. She was in a hotel room, an average hotel room in the little hotel where she worked. A large curtained window covered one end of the room, the vanity counter at the other end...
Dedication: I note that many authors dedicate a story to or for someone. I'd like to dedicate this story to Pogy who is in the next dimension. Without Pogy, none of this would probably have ever happened; Pogy gave his life in Viet Nam. Preface: As I write, I'm a white 50 something married female. What I'm about to relate below is NOT fiction, it is non-f...
TRUE STORY (please post reviews and vote) My name Is Josh I was 18 years old and my girlfriends name was Ashley. She was the queen of my high school. She was hot and smart. I was a soccer player. I was 5'11", brown eyes and black hair. We had been dating for over 2 years. After school Ashley used to work at a small clothing shop in the mall. I would go to s...
It was 7.00 am in the morning. The alarm rang, waking Claire up from her sleep. It was her 20th birthday that day. She had only one idea to celebrate her birthday morning; she wanted to become the harem queen of the town. She sat on her bed; devising ways to get herself a harem. She prefers females for her harem but would not afraid to try males if she neede...
Carrie finished her glass of wine and glanced at the empty bottle on the counter. Who gave a fuck if Ryan blew her off again? She didn't need him to enjoy herself, nor would she allow his lack of presence to taint her mood any longer. She went to the cupboard above the fridge and decided to mix herself something stronger than wine. She didn't want to go out...