As the door shut, I realized it wasn't being a housewife that was so unsatisfying. It was the loneliness. My name is Evelyn I am a living cliché: the lonely housewife. It isn't such a bad thing when my spouses are in from work and the three children home from school. The empty feeling only comes once the kids close the door on the way to bus stop. Sometimes...
Ally's feet felt heavy as she approached the white picket fence surrounding her boyfriend Benny's house. Benny's mom had called her earlier in the day and invited her to join them on Sunday for Easter church service. Benny's mom had made an additional offer: that she buy Ally a new dress for the service. To Ally's horror, Benny's mom had insisted that it wou...
Shanti continued to milk the relationship with Mike but was totally unaware of the plans he was building – and she was not only unaware but also unprepared for the additional pleasure he would soon mount on her – anyways their alliance of sordid kind continued and he fucked her regularly after that but he could not forget that one incident of pleasure with t...
Deep in the underground safe hold of the Taiolan, the leader had yet to make a sound, still blocking all the excruciating pain that was trying to rack his body. Even as good as he was the many years of training, still some of it was leaking through. Enough to the point that he'd already passed out a number of times. Motioning the second in command he asked f...
That incessant sound from the slot machines still rang in my ears even after we left the casino floor. I felt every pulse of the electronic chimes behind my eyes, kicking like a spoiled child. Julian was oblivious, as usual. There were times when he could see things in people that defied my imagination. He was able to capitalize on the most subtle nuances of...
You wouldn't have thought a flight suit could be sexy, would you? Shapeless, drab green, multi-pocketed, utilitarian, coarse.... But they are.. especially when spread out on a rock in the sun with a naked women sprawled upon it looking at you with a sort of sweaty sexed up smile on her... Let me tell you a story... Many years ago, before the Middle East be...
It is a beautiful, bright sunny day when you decide to shop at a local flea market with your family. There are many booths out today and they offer many different products from cloths, books and crafts. You find yourself being intrigued by one particular booth that has odd and exotic jewelry. It is being manned by an old lady who looks as if she could be Nat...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Brie Larson or Elizabeth Olsen or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Brie Larson was feeling extremely tired from a long day of press and interviews, which was maybe the worst part of her job. Of course this time was even worse, because while thankfull...
Chapter 03 The gentlemen of New Orleans disport themselves at a pique-nique The August sun blazed down on the porch. I sat in the shade, surveying Parcbeau, the plantation of my ancestors and now my care. Last winter's ice, carefully hoarded in the icehouse, tinkled in my glass and brought some welcome relief to the heat. I mopped my brow with a silk handk...
1:30 -- 2:30 "We need more. Much more." Alyssa was teasing her clit as she was saying this. I was behind her, my aching straining cock pressed against her ass, kissing her neck. Lily was behind me, kissing my neck, her tits rubbing my back. "Do you mean yours, honeypot?" Lily asked, panted out, rather. "Yeah. Your place is fab," this was directed at me, "...