She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
Giulia was going to be at the party. Stephen still wanted to see her, even if she had betrayed him. Every day, he had given her a ride to school. Every day, he had been there for her. She laughed at his jokes. She smoked his weed. Now she had betrayed him, but when she invited him to the party, he couldn't help but go. A week ago, he had finally got her to...
Michele sat silently in the car as she watched the tail lights of the police car disappear in the distance; the bitter aftertaste of the policeman's sperm still in her mouth. She was confused; the fat cop with his stubby fat cock had forced her to fellate him; but she had become sexually aroused and hadn't even realised it. She sat for a few minutes and deci...
Part 6 -- The Next Stage (A multi-part story about how my wife moved our marriage into a whole new open lifestyle. Our discovering of her bisexuality, my voyeuristic leanings and our complete transformation into a new sexual existence. I strongly encourage you to read the previous installments of this story before continuing. But if not it all started with...
I have written about my girlfriend Kendra before. I am a lucky man to have her. She is in her 40's and beautiful with a great body and outgoing personality. She loves me for who I am and with all of my flaws. I suppose a major flaw on my list of many would be the strange sexual fetishes I have. Granted, she also likes some of them including bondage and the v...
"You told your dad you were going to quit," Mina Jordan said crossing her arms over her chest. She was eighteen, but still had a look of innocence. Her dark brown eyes were large and framed with thick black eyelashes. Her lips were plump and almost always smiling. She kept her black hair pulled away from her face in a simple ponytail that fell to the middle...
continued... Day 3... Okay...eyes opened, still a little groggy but...what's that sound? What's that noise I was hearing? That was how I greeted our third day on the road. Leaning up on my elbow, I realized that Marni's side of the bed was empty and, smart broad that I am, I figured the sound I was hearing was that of the shower. ohboyohboyohboy "Want...
There aren't enough slime girl stories out there, so here's my contribution. All characters are 18+. *** I opened my apartment door and dropped my keys and gym bag on the table. I would deal with it later -- the sweat on me was drying and I was desperate for a shower. I shoved some food into the microwave to defrost and pulled off my clothes as I headed...
Pain. So much pain. I woke up, eyes barely able to crack open, and all I could feel was pain. My head was on fire, submerged in ice, expanding to huge size, and being crushed in a vice. My stomach turned, making noises I had never heard before. It felt like I had been eating hot sand last night, the way my throat crackled as I breathed. When I had reminisced...
I made the decision that I was going to sit and eat with her. All night I had asked about her, standing alone in the back, watching the band play. She looked gorgeous. Now she sat eating a small salad at a table, alone, in the corner. They all said she had a horrible scar on her face and was very standoffish because of it, very self conscious about her appea...