It was Sunday, the first Sunday where I didn't have to sing at the Cathedral of the Sacred Mother. The Chancel Choir was out for the summer. My first Sunday in six months of no commitments, no waking up early, no dressing up, nothing but sleeping in to my heart's content. I didn't have the struggle with the alarm clock of "to sleep or not to sleep" or my mor...
Friday nights were made for going out. However, sometimes it's good to stay in. My name is Wonda Saint-Thomas. A very tall, beautiful and voluptuous Haitian-American sister with a story to share. I graduated from Brockton Community High School a while ago and enrolled at Langston Hughes College, a historically Black institution located in downtown Boston, Ma...
Early morning. I rolled over to check the clock and threw my arm over my pillow. That is not my pillow, that is a person. Slowly the memories of last night began to come back. I was the designated driver but Tim, Tim got wasted. Beyond wasted. He began to annoy people. A better way to put that would be to say that he pissed everybody off so much people we...
Sunday morning, I awoke with a sense of purpose and the feeling that all was well in my world. I showered and dressed. And, knowing that Sunday was traditionally laundry day for Mom, gathered up my things, without being asked several times, and even stripped the sheets from the bed, carrying everything down to the laundry room. Mom was there, putting things...
Important Author's Notes Previous to the story: The First chapter of my ongoing story about Yrel's travels through Draenor set in the Warcraft Universe. If you want to learn more about it, please visit the Prologue chapter and its comments which offers information. Or refer to my profile where you can find more information about me and my work as well as...
All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives...
I was 25 and looking to start new after a bad breakup back home east. I was the definition of average, 5'9 in height 185 in build with a slight stocky frame and a smooth 7.5 inch cock to top it off. I preferred being alone and being picky as fuck on what porn video to watch, but I needed human contact eventually. I found a job at a tech help desk in Best Buy...
After walking unsteadily back to his room, Rick lay on his bed and tried to sleep. His mind was spinning with the memories of what had just gone on, but the image that kept coming back to him was of Kittie kissing him and pushing his own cum into his mouth. He lay there, struggling to come to terms with what had happened over the past 24 hours. There was no...
Note: First, thanks to everyone for the good reviews on Bounty of the Hunt! It's very encouraging! Here's another tale of misconceptions and lust in Azeroth for you all, hopefully as enjoyable as the last. As a side note, if you'd like to see a particular combination of races in a story, let me know and I'll see what I can work up; this stuff is pretty darn...
Disclaimer: This story is, as always, set in a simulated virtual reality revolving around free use and heavily anal focused, if you aren't into anal, should probably skip this. This is all pure free use fantasy fulfillment; don't expect realism or normal behavior. ~~~ In between the happy little encounters the Sim no doubt set up for me, I spent time wand...