I pulled into a parking space outside my apartment about six forty five after my afternoon tryst with Randy had satisfied my almost daily craving for different cock. The Volvo kind of shuddered when I turned the engine off a sound and vibration I'd not heard or felt before. I stepped out of the car directly into a puddle of greenish looking fluid that seem...
It was in the ash crusted stone cellar, with air as dank and thick as a steam bath that Sarah really started to question what she was going to do. What did she owe to these people that she could somehow ignore what kind of hell she would be leading them into? She'd get them out of the city and part ways. That was best; best for all them, really. Tessarie wa...
I stumbled through the red curtain that separated the main hall of the mansion from the large dressing room that my fellow Charites used more as an 'undressing room'. I whined as I walked across the large rectangular space and sat my wide naked bottom down upon one of the soft red-cushioned swivel chairs in there. My pussy felt wrecked, stretched out and rea...
(Author's Note: This story may contain little actual BDSM, but further chapters in this short series do. That is why it is in the BDSM section in order to preserve continuity. Thank you and sincerely, LQ1203). I sucked in my breath as I approached the red curtain leading out into the mansion's main hall. Kennedy was next to me, her dark face smiling, but sh...
Sierra's approach to her huge emotional poser was first to wash her hair, something she did automatically after being at the beach. Then she creamed her skin leisurely. Those activities provided quality thinking time. The bastard. Harry had humiliated her and then as he haltingly tried to explain his action she was thinking perhaps he was rejecting her for...
The Girls A few days later, Margie and Tessa were out on Margie's patio sharing a bottle of wine. "I swear to god he did!" Margie laughed. "Details, girl, I want the details," Tessa said. "I think my husband's gone over the deep end, really I do," Margie said her voice now serious. "But what did he say, or do, Marge?" "He tried to get me drunk. Well,...
I would like to personally thank everyone who has been diligently reading this series. I'm sorry it's been a long few months since Chapter 2 came out. Between losing my job and moving, I haven't had much time to do anything! I hope you enjoy Chapter 3 of this story. I believe it is the best chapter yet. * * * * * It was seven before I got home. I'd stopped...
Chapter 4: Polysexuality and Marriage A happy marriage is a wonderful thing. Being happily married is the best way to be. I've been very happily married for more than two decades, I've never been divorced, and I believe monogamy is the best choice for me. Many people have of course been less fortunate. Despite my belief in the goodness of a happy marriage...
This is a story about swimmers, so therefore, it must be a stroke story. Right? Am I right? ************************************* There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more...
Not my first story, but my first in this category. Most of my stuff is very different and non-consensual. I envision a second chapter but I write only when the muse tells me to. Please take a moment to comment or criticize. I truly appreciate both and have a thick skin. * Al and his wife Zoe had been married for almost ten years. For the most part that ti...