When I looked in the mirror my face was a mess. My makeup was half undone, and my hair looked crumbled. I was in a room which was small by my standards, but my heart was full of excitement. It took some time for me to realize that this was my first night after marriage, famously known as Suhag Raat in India, where the bride is deflowered for the first time....
The urgent sound of the hooter reverberated through the open window as Yvonne's tongue and lips worked slavishly on my cock. "The taxi's here," I clarified in hoarse tones, catching the look as my fiancée glanced up momentarily. It was a look that said: you're not going anywhere in a hurry – and she was right of course. Steadying myself on her head, strokin...
"Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous"...the words to the Eagles song rang through her consciousness. He had been eying her in the small motel bar as some other slick haired loser had been trying to get her to "go someplace" with him. He was better looking than any of the other low life traveling salesmen in the dump; he had a full head of unslicked hair...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
They sat together in the car, the conversation desultory, neither one really paying any attention to it, discussing inane things like the weather and if the other enjoyed their job. She was of medium height, about 5'2", obviously of Italian descent, with chocolate-brown eyes and ash-brown hair, the description of a milf if ever there was one: dressed in a li...
The battle that afternoon had been fierce and colossal, and plumes of smoke still rose from the tattered dunes, from craters where the remnants of magical fire still smoldered. The Rajagheeni sultan had requested aid from the nearby human settlement of Oasis, hoping that his allies' meager contribution to his city's defense could somehow rout the imperials.....
This has been lying around unpublished for some time. It was my attempt to write a historical story, using rather archaic language. I hope you like it. (Thanks to snoopercharmbrights for reviewing). Carcassonne - Bad Hobbit © Chapter One – One Night, One Room, Two Ladies It is strange, the way fate turns, is it not? By the time I was thirty I had travelle...
All week Françoise's thoughts were of the young man. She was quite unable to get him out of her head. Nothing unusual for a young woman to have thoughts of a young man, though it was really more usual to have thoughts of a young man clothed... well, mostly. Françoise had only glimpsed him like that as he had made his way from the farmhouse. A back view only....
Everybody is over the age of 18. Jackie had just finished a university degree and qualified as a vet. She was looking forward to working for a year and then travelling around Europe for a year. She found her first job working for a very large horse stud in the middle of a lot of smaller studs. There were hundreds of horses on the premises and many more comi...
Chapter 8 As it happened, what I called the "Darius and Melissa Show" proved rather scintillating, to put it mildly. If we thought that Melissa was hot and bothered before, she really came into her own, pun intended, with this act, the last dick taking her sweet pucker. It was almost certainly the fact that she already had so much prostate stimulation, plus...