Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
I stood alone in Carmen's kitchen on a sunny Saturday--stark naked. Emma, Holly, Aysha, and Amy's mothers had all been told about my sexual escapades with their young daughters, which had occurred at Carmen's house the previous weekend. Carmen had brought me over to ask me to explain how the video of our orgy--which was partially filmed by a Camera Carmen h...
Chapter 4: Sailing with the Hudsons, an erotic tale by AchtungNight. Celebs: Erika Christensen, Kate Hudson, Sarah Hudson, Jesse Bradford. Codes: MF, FF, threesome, orgy, oral, anal, interracial, incest, dp, exh, voy. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and...
*For continuity you may read the Gail stories by date in the Loving Wives section. If you have not read a previous posting I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I’m 5’10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married eight years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful...
Chapter 6 A Riding Lesson At least I was right about there being no mice in the loft, and even though everything in it was incredibly dusty and only after she was sure I'd checked it thoroughly she insisted on following me up in to the treasure house of memories; memories triggered by the innumerable assorted objects we found there, many of which had been...
Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl. ***** Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the se...
If you pay attention there is a brief mention of tennis. I only know the basic rules of tennis, namely the first to six set wins with more than one point lead wins the round. Namely there are scores of 6-4 being rather common. Normally there are three rounds, each round normally taking about an hour. There is at the very beginning finishing a round of tenni...
"Mf." What's that? A pretty voice I don't quite recognize, off to my left...right where my elbow just went. I open my eyes, and I don't recognize where I am. Sunlight shafts in through a window above my head, illuminating laundry baskets filled with folded laundry, a sliding closet door half-open on racks of sensible girlwear--nope, this is surely not my...
A/N: Any ill feelings towards this chapter and its direction are well-deserved. Here's your trigger warning: there's a sprinkle of graphic nonconsent/horror. Part of the reason I submitted then took it down was because of the inward confliction on whether I should censor some things, cut them out entirely, or just say fuck it. Obviously I said fuck it. Enjoy...
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