There is something about riding a Harley that makes me real horny. I don't know if it's the vibration I feel between my legs, or just what. A real rush. Right, me. Captain of the cheerleaders. Now a biker chick. But I won't ride in a pack. I ride alone. Nobody can keep up with me. I always had a nice bike. I started with a little pink tricycle with streamer...
"Oh my gahhh... he has the thighs of a thoroughbred." As her friends giggled like little school girls over the coach, Jessica rolled her eyes. She was immune to his physique and charm. His chin chiseled out of granite and pectorals, which did its best to bust the seams of his shirt, had little-to-no effect on the proudly married woman. She had a thin, banan...
I've always found it ironic that sex can lead to pregnancy, pregnancy inevitably produces children, and having children is one sure way to destroy your sex life. My wife, Betty, and I had dated for two years and were married for three before little Hunter was born. Those were five blissful years, sexually speaking. Betty and I were quite well matched. After...
I don’t know what I was feeling; hatred, lust, rage, perversion. Her legs were peeled back around her ears, her cunt weeping, pink and ragged, and her anus, stretched to an unfathomable width as Paul’s flexing cock slammed into it, all fire and veins. But it wasn’t until her eyes met mine, and she smiled this strange, unfamiliar smile as if everyone was i...
I remember it was a couple of miles south of a town named Barletta, right on the coast. I was happily lost, just wandering in the languid way travellers do. The Adriatic Sea was sparkling with promise, and the midday streets were filled with the smells of seafood, salt and fresh bread. I felt a vibrant sense for adventure and a keen anticipation to taste all...
It was a perfect afternoon. Perfect is not the same in every place. On a perfect day in Montana, its 65 degrees and you can see forever. In New Orleans, on this day, it's 87 degrees and raining. A slow steady rain. All the wrought iron is shiny black. All the 200-year-old buildings look like they were built yesterday. You expect to see ladies in hoop skirts...
Note: Here's chapter 6! Finally! I wanted to thank everyone who sent me feedback and comments. Without them I may have just given into frustration and writer's block and stopped. Thank-you for pushing me to do more. This is for all of you reader's that helped give me the motivation. For that I truly do thank-you. :) With that said, enjoy the next chapter! *...
Kerina stared at the darkened bruises on her otherwise flawless wrists. "What the fuck?" she muttered confused. She rubbed at them before walking toward the bathroom. She reached into the sink cabinet to fetch her cocoa butter, gently applying it to the tender bruises. She was going to stay clear of Brantley today. She didn't need him or dream Brantley a...
Rachel is 18 years old, she's always been socially awkward, but has managed to make several friends with similar interests as her, such as video games, anime and manga, and sci-fi movies. They were frequently pick-on by the "High School Elite", but with the school year ending, their terrorizing has increased. She has boy-cut, asymmetrical brown hair, glasses...
Note: This story is the fifth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly sugg...