"Boy, tonight you're on your own again," Kevin's stepmom reminded him with barely hidden glee. The oversexed, overdeveloped thirty-two year old musclebitch and her equally oversexed, overdeveloped, musclebitch-fucker stepson were on a week-long college tour during Spring Break week, and they were about to finish dinner at a local diner in Madison, Wisconsin....
I live in a very small apartment in Santa Monica, just a block from the beach. I'm one of a varying group of people that get together on the beach, in bars and at parties. It's an informal group that changes in size and membership, perhaps amorphous is the right description. We're all in our mid-twenties. Well, maybe one or two in their early thirties and on...
I understand the first stage of getting through a problem is denial. My wife Judy certainly brought me to that. I didn't see it happening, especially with her seeming to be the complete happily married housewife. Then after deciding maybe Judy really was fucking around on me was recognition of the truth. Well, I sure had the proof of that now, so we move on...
Elizabeth Dee has become the official nurse of Doc Yves. The day Leonard was attacked by the lone Deinonychus everyone perceived just how much Doc needs a permanent assistant. The next evening after dinner we all voted to allow her to stay in camp permanently along with Yves. Neither of them are any good at hunting anyway and Beth can't even cock her crossbo...
(c) 2003 by Thrillerauthor For those who missed Parts I and II, the players are: Sandy Lane, pro surfer with an uncanny resemblance to... Ashley Vaughn, gorgeous Hollywood starlet in a TV series produced by... Darla Palmer, who convinces Sandy to bob his nose after he is punched out by rival surfer... Buster Cruz, whose mysterious death in Honolulu is b...
Every day Donovan became more aware of the impact of Elle, which was the very reason he hired her, an action that had surprised even him for its high-risk and probably by some people its apparent absurdity. She'd not been engaged as a forward planner, just as a sheer visionary with no responsibilities other than to transcribe her thoughts into electronic r...
Author's note: The following story is fictional, and more than a bit ironic. (That means, do not take it too seriously.) No sexual acts involve humans under age 18. The action includes cheating, group and interracial and lesbian sex, lots of skin, and some BBC and BBW, oh yeah! Animals run loose but do not have sex here. Views expressed are not necessarily t...
Will our scoundrel-turned-damsel survive the office holiday party? What will she find in her Christmas stockings? The continuing misadventures of Miss Anne Thrope, by the author of The Jessica Project. * * * The weekend! With my first week as a secretary finally at an end, I knew exactly how I was going to spend it: sleeping till noon, then watching foot...
"Oh god I missed this." said Mayra as she felt my dick push into her wet tunnel. I always liked the face she made when I first stretch her tight pussy wide with my invading dick. If I didn't know better, I would think she was in pain. But the moan and previous experience told me it was not pain she was feeling, it was the incredible sensation of my dick slid...
A bus stopped at the Kushiwa Street. The driver, mechanically, opened the door and let out two teenagers. He didn't care of the boy at all when he passed, but when the girl passed, he couldn't help himself smile as she skimmed his shoulder and moved her pinkie hand at him, thanking the driver for the ride. He waited for her to get out of the bus, nor withou...