Hello. My name is Becky. I'm a thirty-nine-year-old teacher of English, and I'm delighted to testify on the subject of open marriage. It wasn't my mother's bag; but as I matured, my friends and their standards helped me evolve--not revolt--from my Quaker heritage. Actually, in boarding school my sexuality had raged, frustrated and confused, in my petite body...
Rene retired to his room, a ramshackle structure roofed over with asbestos sheets. He was preparing to stretch himself on the cot when he heard the sound of someone sluicing water into a tub in the next room. The room next was apparently the bathroom, and the plywood partition that separated the rooms was full of cracks and holes. Rene looked through some of...
Welcome to my newest work. This is your obligatory 'slow burn' warning. There's no sex in this chapter, and there may not be for a little while. Otherwise, enjoy. ***** Chapter One Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so very far away from here, there lived a princess. Fair of demeanour and fairer of face, she was the very picture of regal beauty and poise,...
Have you ever been in love? I am not talking about the feeling that you get when you want to fuck someone’s brains out and then a few weeks later, you are over it and forget the person entirely. I am talking about true and honest love. The kind of love that does not die. I have been in love like that once. Hell, I still love him and it has been nearly a de...
Previously on My Cup of Tea: Lisa and Sara's friendship is officially over. Jenna wakes up with Kyle on the floor by her bed. Ian's memories of his sister Mina bring pain to his heart. Gina has a secret... ------------------------------------------------- Kyle, bent over, hissed as he suffered from the kind of pain only males felt and feared. "Why'd you ki...
JULY 2001 "Can't I cum, just once, Jenise...it's been 139 days and counting!" But Seifert knew what would happen to him if he bugged his wife again! THWACK! Jenise Quynlan thwacked her husband in the side of the neck as he scurried to the back of the Buttermilk Beauty Bazaar. Yes, and then she tugged on the chains that were locked through the hoops on his...
Isaac's fingers traced the faded flower pattern on the bate mattress as he inhaled the heavy cloud of Tiffany's perfume. They had no water- it'd been off for a couple of months- and the option to wash in the standing toilet water was gone when Tiffany came home a week ago vomit drunk. The bathroom door stayed shut, now. "Fucking drink it, Tiff," he said, wa...
The following is an excerpt from Punishing Miss Primrose, Part V. For more about the series, visit the Erotic Historicals website or search for the series at your favorite e-book retailer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Insufferable man, Beatrice Primrose huffed to herself. Perhaps it was she who ought to prefer the gout over that other affliction, one that she shared...
After a long night with Jayryder who now lie drained in my bed I've decided to work on my biography. I turned 30 just two weeks ago and am pretty happy and content with whatever God gave me. I've treated my body well and reaped its rewards. My breasts are firm. They fit most palms and a 36 bra. Good they didn't grow too big or they'd be sagging by now. My th...
So there I stood, stark naked, facing four strapping African youths. They too were naked and visibly aroused. Not surprising as they had just witnessed my deflowering on the most sublime long thin cock belonging to a young African boy called Kayode. His sperm and my juices were oozing out of my pussy and trickling down my thighs. He was clearly a younger mem...