"Oh yes, Daddy! Give me more please!" Pamela snarled in Tyler's ear through gritted teeth. Her hard chocolate nipples raked his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on while he bounced inside her. Pamela arched back as far as she could while straddling him so that his hard tool could reach as far as it could into her lovely black velve...
It was night; I remember the rain as it beat against the windshield of my car. Too fast for the wipers to keep up with. I remember too, the dark shadow off one side of the road; only it wasn't really a shadow, but another truck that had overturned, too late to do anything. And I remember sirens, lots and lots of sirens in the distance, then closer, much, muc...
My apologies to Troubador. I wrote this story several years ago before I read his similar story. His is much better than mine, so please read it. ***** "How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed. The door to t...
Embarrassed as he was at his vanity, Alex spent the fortnight leading up to the con working out in preparation for it. Part of him felt vain, and part of him felt hypocritical—he was always quick to shut people down for shaming less-than-athletic cosplayers. But hey, when it got right down to it, he was cosplaying Cloud Strife, and he wanted to look really g...
*All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. This is the second chapter in the Wild Waterpark series, so you should read chapter one before continuing. Ms. Centeno made her way across the waterpark to the private pool area, which was reserved for her 12th grade class. Her dark brown hair was still wet from the waterslides, draping past her should...
It was a warm summer day, and I was stuck in class. The baking sun was shining through the windows, making me feel drowsy. I looked left, to see my best friend Steven, lying with his face down in his hands, probably feeling the same level of agony as me. There was still three hours left of class, but someone must have enchanted the watch to go ten times slow...
She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn't at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes l...
I've learned in my short life that women can't be labeled as the passive sex. My conception of Sharon takes a 180-degree turn. Wow. I'm speechless. Her kiss is no peck on the cheek; it's not brief and perfunctory. No, it's a full-on-the-lips, smootchy, lingering kiss which I soon return in kind. My heart is beating like mad. She pulls away, looking me in...
She was sitting on the couch watching The Simpson's, reading the evening news, and getting high. Her regular evening ritual. She had shucked off her work clothes as she hit the front door, and was left with only black lace boy shorts and a white tank top. She sighed as she hung up her work clothes and caught a glimpse of her ass in the mirror. Large, full, r...
Tom Smith was relieved when the last student finally handed in their final. He gathered his belongings and quickly looked around the room to make sure he had gotten everything. The last day of class was actually a bittersweet day for him. He knew he wouldn't miss the late nights grading student papers, or the nights where he was just bone tired and felt as i...