Jessica had been fucked for three straight hours by over a dozen black men. Cum dripped out of her pussy and ass and her raven black hair was coated with love juice. As another cock penetrated her well fucked ass Jessica pondered her predicament. How she, a married women of 40, who was a virgin when she married, with two kids, and had never even considered c...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hello again! Gotta tell you, readers: I am glad to be done with this chapter! After this one, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming; slightly shorter chapters with more focus on the canon characters. In fact, join us next t...
Here we are, at last, at the final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me on this long, long road. I'm truly grateful for every view, rating, comment and follow you guys have given me. It's what kept me going right until the end. So thank you all. And enjoy the conclusion to Dan and Rose's story. — — — Rose "Ouch!" I yelp, as Dah...
The rain is pouring outside like mad. The street is empty of walking pedestrians except for moving automobiles. Claps of thunder echo across the dark underbelly of the sky. It’s been pouring like this since the new week began. It is past eight in the evening. Soft music is coming off the little radio by the head of my bed but my mind is barely hearing it....
Short Story 3 -- The Honey Trap You can call me Karina. But that is not my real name. And though I wouldn't blame you for thinking it, I am not a prostitute. First, what is real: I am beautiful. I have jet black hair. Or, in the sun, a striking violet. It falls to my shoulders in dramatic curls when I let it. My eyes are dark green. They can appear insid...
Chapter 10 "So, what is it to be done with the prisoners? These aren't situations envisioned very well by the Hague or Geneva Conventions, neither of which have been ratified by the Commandant on our side or the Imperial Wizard on his. Not, mind you, that there is any quarter given much of late. Or asked, for that matter. Kluckers are only surrendering when...
Note from the author: Before you dive in, I just wanted to say a few words. Mainly just let you know that this is my first attempt ever at writing this kind of story. So be gentle! The song at the end is "Best in Me" by Sherwood in case you wonder. And I wanted to thank TRCIII for your fabulous editing and input. Comments are very welcome. Happy reading! ~~...
Many thanks to angelic sounds for editing. * She noticed him as soon as he walked in the door. Oddly enough, because he was nothing like the man sitting across from her. He was lovely. He stood around 5'9, with tanned healthy skin, and blonde hair, which was nothing at all like Doug, who was 6'', with dark hair and ebony skin. Not that Doug wasn't lovely,...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
One of the few downsides to enjoying a long, country walk is that every once in a while, nature demands a comfort stop. This was the predicament I found myself in one autumn Sunday. One option was to hop over a hedge into a field. Fortunately, I'd walked this way before and I knew that a little further along the lane there was a small cottage. Hopefully so...