In the offhand chance that you don't find the setting clear on the issue, all characters are eighteen and legal. This is also a madly different story genre than I'm used to writing, so be kind. . . .. ... ..... She hated her. Hated... though strong and dramatic, it was the only word that summed up their relationship. Nobody would have guessed it, but i...
This was the look she had on her face before she was found dead and abandoned in the deserted hotel room. She had long dark drown hair, large ice blue eyes, pale ivory skin, and filled-up and healthy cheekbones. I have the picture they found of her after she was deceased and lifeless somewhere about in my room, and to be honest and upright with you, it not o...
Angel darted between two parked cars, her eyes on the back of the woman's head she was following. She kept her pace, staying about the same distance away, close enough to keep an eye on her, far enough that she could duck out of sight if necessary. Kendra stopped in her tracks, her head lifting and a smile coming to her lips. Angel watched as she stepped de...
I read somewhere that some people think that girls aren't loyal or that they are particularly tricky and dishonest when it comes to friendships, especially friendships with the opposite sex. I don't know who those people were talking about but they sure as hell weren't talking about me. A while ago, I was alone. In fact, I cannot recall a time when I wasn't...
Daisy feels estranged and companionless; kind of. Preston has fared off to work, and she is all friendless and forsaken in this giant and massive house of theirs, wandering this way and that other, checking how the pack of women and men that she has bade and summoned here are pulling off their business and affairs of gracing and beautifying everything up. Ye...
He couldn't have been a day over nineteen, but it was hard to tell after a while. They were all the same like that. The man watched him carefully all night to make sure he was alone. Unfathomable as it was, he definitely hadn't come with friends. Or a girlfriend. He was perfect. Estevez was the kind of man that had a palpable charisma. He stood so tall and...
Helen began to stroke Timmy on his head as he sat on his perch, his claw fixed firmly to it just in case he did decide to make a flying dash. She became used to him, not as aggressive as Imelda who somehow seemed to take a noisy dislike to Helen, fluttering in her cage nearby. David Lord returned to the aviary with a bowl of what looked like mashed up flesh....
When I opened my hotel room door I found my husband naked and spread-eagled on the bed. A young black girl was riding him like a banshee. She bounced on him wildly, her head tossing to and fro as her lithe form gyrated madly on his cock. My husband's hands gripped her hips in a desperate attempt to keep her from flying right off him. His eyes were squeezed h...
The women came in advance of their husbands. There was much pumping of their clits to be done. But first they would have their pussies, shaved, powdered and lightly feathered by cunt worshippers of every sexual persuasion. The goal was to induce nature, for one night, to magnify and grow in a bridled stimulation exercise. To excite and hold and build and...
Louise and I stood in the middle of the room with spunk dripping from our faces, tits and hair. Our toned and tanned bodies had taken a good splashing from Henry's mammoth cock. We were soon engulfed by the remaining men. Henry sat back on the settee, his massive cock softening following his explosion. It drooped onto to his muscular thigh, having been t...