WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT.NOW!!!! All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resem...
I'm sorry it took such a while to produce this concluding episode. All the events that were to happen were decided long ago, but I had writer's block in the middle and had difficulty finding the right words to best describe those events. ***** Here's where we were at the end of the third episode: It was late 1976 and Billie and Jim had moved into their ne...
I'm a married man in my mid 40's married to a woman who fits the bill as the typical cute soccer Mom next door. Cindy is 10 years younger than I and aging and child bearing has only improved her looks & figure. She's 5'4", about 120#, and wears a 34c bra which she fills nicely. Her nipples are erect much of the time, aroused or not, which may times show thro...
Please don't take this too seriously. I was going to put it in humour and satire, but it seemed to fit here just as well. -------------------------------------- You don't expect Sunday mornings to be exciting or thought provoking, that's more suited for the afternoon, when the football's on telly, or the Grand Prix. And that's just how I like it. Settle...
My parents divorced when I was very young. My father's earning potential was far greater than my mother's and so when my dad choose to leave the country he was allowed to take the kids with him. I did not like the idea of only seeing my mother bi-annually, but knew being under his care was a much better situation. Adding to the logic of the move, my new hom...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter, my Daddy. * A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman after his beloved Mary died. Continued from Chapter 03: Even though those love songs sometimes made her feel sad, those stupid love songs mad...
As far back as I can remember, being born a black boy in the United States of America was only a handicap if you let it my Dad reminded me at least once week. Work hard, treat people well and do your very best was the only way to get ahead. We never had a TV when we were young, and even when we did get one, my older sisters and I were restricted to an hour a...
Toya swallowed hard and shook off the nervous feeling she had as she pulled her Jaguar to the curb of Yorkshire Hotel. The driver's side was approached by a young valet driver. He opened Toya's door and reached for her hand. She took it and she was pulled out of the coupe convertible. The driver handed her a ticket and she walked inside the hotel into the gr...
This is a continuation of the Holiday Cheerleader series, but since the chapter numbers tend to get screwed up, I'm giving each new story a different name. ### Julie sat on a plastic crate in the family room of a house under construction, pondering her options. Both wrists were bound to a rope hanging over a wooden beam high above her. She was naked except...
Just to bring you up to date, I am Jessie Bustamonte. A few weeks ago I was caught plagiarizing by my Professor. In exchange for his 'overlooking' my crime, I have been his sexual toy for the last month. My first experiences with the Professor have all been on Saturdays. The first Saturday I was tied up in his back yard with a cone fitted around my neck and...