Chapter 29 – A pregnant pause and a supermodel who loves sex Six weeks later, Monica came in one day after work and sat in Jim's lap. She smiled at him in a devilish way, and he looked at her, momentarily unsure of the surprise physical attention. Suddenly, he broke into a smile, "Are you?" She whispered in his ear, "I am! I'm so happy I could just about...
Now I look over at Patti and Isabelle. "Isabelle," I tell her, "bend over, bitch, feet wide apart, hands on your knees. And Patti? Get behind her and fuck her, get that big, black dick of yours inside her wet, slippery French cunt." Patti couldn't be any happier as she gets behind Isabelle, grabs hold of her hips, and works her ten thick inches of brown le...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 10: The Party The series of elegant, ivy and bay leaf-lined black marquees...
I would like to thank darkangel718310. She was a great editor. There is a lot of detail and its takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed. However be kind while doing so. ----- It was a cool June night as Mark peered over the edge of the Penthouse deck. However his eyes ignored the b...
It had been a perfect day up until five minutes ago; we had a great table on the pavement outside a small Spanish bar and we were just sitting, enjoying a cold beer and watching the world pass by on the beach in front of us. Perfect that was until the parasites found us. The parasites, or to give them their real names- Dave and Sandra Adams, were a couple...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
"I'm 18," I replied to the waiter. "Oh, congratulations! No longer a minor, huh? Well, have fun today." "I will." I smiled one of the snottiest smiles I could manage. It worked. The waiter went straight to my parents' orders. One of the problems I always had with empathy was when I knew someone had the hots for me and I didn't return the feeling. I develo...
I don't know what made me go to this particular show; it was actually my friend Pam that dragged me to a Constantine show this particular night. Truth be told, Pam wasn't there to see him, but some guy in his back up band she had the hots for. Mind you, she is a gorgeous blond and could have gotten any one of those guys; I on the other hand, even though I...
My name is Sly Brownstone. A tall, good-looking young black man who's currently a student at Lively Stones College. It's a somewhat underrated, little-known four-year private college in my home state of Massachusetts. It's also the setting of most of my adventures. As you will discover, I am an unapologetic adventurer. It's easy to do whatever you want when...
(Note to reader: this story contains no actual sex or masturbation whatsoever, so anyone looking for that should look elsewhere. This is a story about a teenage girl who finds herself in a surreal dreamworld with a (very perverted) mind of its own. She gets (and stays) naked quite a lot. I wrote this because it's one of my favorite erotic scenarios and I hav...