Katie's a hottie MILF who lives downstairs from me, about 48, blondish-gray hair, nice, tight little body with a great pair of legs. She wears shorts a lot and her gams are supple, creamy, a little muscular, and her ass is high and tight. I see her in the yard, working at raking or cutting the lawn, almost always in a low pair of leather, grungy work boots o...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Amid the very uncomfortable silence, my eyes wandered, carefully, as to not meet Sharon's curious gaze. I was beginning to almost feel accustomed to these awkward quiet moments, week to week these sex therapy appointments seemed to repeat themselves, the shaky dialogue between Sha...
Camilla left Patterson's home late Sunday morning and returned to her apartment around lunchtime; as soon as she walked in, she got naked. Candice wasn't home: Camilla assumed her roommate was either with Francine, getting laid and getting dope, or with her boyfriend (Camilla didn't yet know they'd broken up). Camilla took a shower. She then went into her b...
Seems as how I got a lot of positive feedback from my first armpit fetish fantasy with Makaylah, I figured I'd write another and see how it goes. Thank you all for your Support ************* This is an armpit fetish fantasy story. It is also my second ever story, so i am still quite new to writing. All characters in this story are all over the age of 20. T...
Chapter 3. First-day blues: Earning my dole money -- in the Sock Room. Oh, great! This was all I needed! Just how bad could things get? Mrs Norma Newlove, my neighbour from hell, had actually come to the Sock Room to gloat over my hideous predicament ... And, of course, to change her dirty socks -- knowing that I was going to have to hand-wash them! "Hav...
I had finished college. And now working under Wendy and her daughter Stephanie was a dream come true. Working five days a week and then getting some from grandma. What more could i ask for? I started to look forward to the days ahead like an adventure. A dominant grandma who was beginning to understand my nature as a foot fetishist and I got to make dres...
White Trash Ch. 4 – Payback's A Bitch Once again, I apologize if a half-assed story breaks out here. Just read the juicy bits if you want. I won't mind. Another fair warning though: While still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart, if you're at all squeamish about harder BDSM, skip down to where Pegs joins the fun. Enjoy. ********** Stinky Pet...
I thought about that night quite a bit over the next several months. Nearly every time I looked at my tattoo or caught its reflection in the mirror my mind slipped back to that incredible experience- laying there with Betty's sweaty feet plastered all over my face while she worked on my arm, let alone the incredible handjob that followed. Suffice it to say...
When Bob arrived home, he called out for his wife, Elizabeth. Relief flooded through him when he found her note in the kitchen. She would be out with her friends till late and not to wait up. On previous occasions when he knew his wife would be out he had always followed the same routine. It wasn't great but he made the best of things. He knew Elizabeth...
Part One - The Ensemble “Are the socks ready?” “Oui Monsieur.” “Put them on the tray in the Hall.” I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Pa...