Ashley sat on the stool, her bare legs and feet kicking idly while she slowly sipped her Starbucks. Caramel Macchiato, her favorite. It always served to calm her nerves and take her to a happy place, a function it was doing now - even with the blur of events still rushing through her mind's eye. First, the memory of her mother, naked in bed with the big, b...
The pictures on my PC screen were of European monuments and castles, but not a Rubens among the photos I had taken on my last trip to the British Isles. From over my shoulder I could feel the presence of building body heat. I knew before I looked, that my workstudy, Candy was at the back of my chair. "Hello, Candy. Are you ready to work?" Candy Lynn was a c...
A week after his and Calvin's encounter with the two Mormon girls, Sheron still couldn't get the memories of the afternoon out of his head. He had thought that after giving Wendy her engagement ring back and seen the way she stood helpless as Tina gave up her virginity to Calvin, that he could move on, safe in the knowledge that behind the conservative exter...
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Dear Readers, If you haven't already read Chapters 1-7 of this series, I suggest you do so. Otherwise, you're going to miss out on a lot of detail. The series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie' is about sex, sports, and romance as the fictitious characters take the readers on a roller coaster ride with each chapter building on the previous chapter. The story plot c...
From the files of Cleo: I was an orphan, raised on a small Utah ranch owned by my grandparents. We ran a few head of cattle and horses, enough to cover the cost of running the ranch and live a modest lifestyle. It's the only life I've ever wanted, only leaving to attend Vassar University. A typical small town ranch girl, I was the rodeo queen for our town e...
I am mad as hell and my husband doesn't seem to understand. I don't like it when he plays with my dildos without permission. I came home to find him lying on our bed, butt-ass naked, stroking his big chocolate dick while shoving a pink dildo up his hairy ass. Kelvin Sainte-Guillaume! I exclaimed. I hate it when men act without thinking with anything other th...
It all started one summer when my mom asked me sit for the neighbors, the Smith's. I had just turned eighteen and was just starting to blossom into a woman. At 105 lbs, with flowing blonde hair, I was quite a woman...at least that’s what I thought. So anyway it was a Friday night and I had to sit for the Smith's, Stacey and Julius...they had two kids age 4...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Ali Aden, and I'm a young Black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am a practicing Muslim, and that's part of the reason why this is so difficult for me. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, and raised in northern Ontario. I guess you could say I've got a foot in each world. I am proud...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...