Xenia is 36 years old, married to her high school sweetheart, Gab. Gab is 5 years older than her. He is not the fittest guy for his age even. He has gained a few pounds over the years. Xenia however, still looks after her appearance. She has maroon red dyed curly hair at shoulder length, 5"4", 32C cup, a size 8 and very attractive. Some people make jokes abo...
Warning: This story contains self-hatred and self-destructive behaviour, watersports, anal, cuckqueaning, lesbianism, submissiveness and monetary slavery. If you find any of these not to your taste, please turn back. Otherwise enjoy. ***** I loved my husband so much. I would have done anything for him, forgiven him anything, except infidelity, or so I thou...
I watched the pigeons tussle for seeds and other scraps among the cracks in the path. She was with him now but I didn't have to watch anymore. I reflected on the past eighteen months and the roller coaster ride it had been. From Vegas, Atlantic City and the Bahamas to a park bench watching pigeons. I had always been a gambler! Even as a kid I loved the thri...
Emma's gaze swung around the room taking in as much of the contents of the room as she could. So many of the items being completely unrecognizable to her. "Close your mouth my dear little slut or I may have to put something in it." "Yes Master, sorry Master, it is just an amazing collection." "It is, isn't it and we'll get Charlie to choose your new plug...
Eric and Ericka stood in the hall; they seemed just to be guarding the door. But they were talking through their link. 'How old were you when you when you were turned?' He asked turning towards her. 'I was twenty in human years when I was turned. Once my family was taken from me, I tried to kill myself but in the end wasn't able to go through with it. At t...
I was a stripper in a local seedy bar in town and pretty good at my job too. I worked the peak hours of 10 pm to 12 am. I didn’t like my job too much. I had to shed my clothes everyday for dozens of horny guys who couldn’t wait till after show hours to pick me up. But I was strict, I danced, I stripped but I rarely slept with any of them. At the most I would...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
There is nothing quite like the look on a woman's face after you've slapped the hell out of her stunned mug while slamming your cock deep into her tight asshole. I ought to know, I do this to women all the time. Since the dawn of humanity, bitches have been slapping dudes. Yet bitches are always shocked when the shoe's suddenly on the other foot. Which proba...
This story is a part of the chain story called "Laresa's World", started by RedHairedandFriendly. I hope that my own contribution is worthy of the theme and the series. This is the 7th Chapter in this series. It is set in the Late Middle Ages, during the Black Death and the Hundred Years' War. * Welsh March, October 31, 1355 (Julian Calendar): Harry Lle...
Even though it did turn me on to think of my hubby walking AN HOUR to get to work, it was also a little inconvenient for me at times. If I wanted him to be home earlier on some day, I'd give him bus fare for that day, or I might just go ahead and drive him to work, and pick him up when he got off. I didn't drive him to work just because it was a nasty day, t...