Babs was laid in bed with her husband when he turned to her and said. "I will just go and make us a cup of tea." He got out of bed and put his dressing gown on and walked out of the bedroom. "He is a good man." she thought." "I just wish he was a bit more active in the bed department. What he does is excellent and I love going to bed with him but I need...
I'm glad I didn't kill Kenya. After 12 years of a beautiful marriage I knew we were in a rut. Stevie was a saint of a man for putting up with me and I suppose I was a pretty damn good wife for tolerating his oft misplaced laundry. Like any honeymooners we had an amazing first couple of years. Even after the kids got here we had no real signs of slowing dow...
A big 'Thank You to Estragon for editing this story. * Chapter one: When I hear the word knockers I have to admit seeing or thinking about a good looking woman with a nice set of jugs. Then there was the movie that came out called Tommy Knockers. An old girlfriend had given me a door knocker. You know, the kind that attaches to your front door and you g...
"So the area is three-fifths, then?" That's what Emily said, but I didn't hear her say it. "Is that right?" I looked away from the black bra strap on her shoulder and nodded. "Perfect. I think you've got it." Emily smiled, a lock of black hair falling over her right eye, and circled her answer. "Yeah," she said, "I think everything's becoming much cleare...
Chapter 11 Angela woke me sometime later, sliding into the bed beside me and assuming her usual position, head on my chest, one leg thrown over me. She nuzzled my neck and whispered that she was very happy. Her father was alive and not a criminal: she’d never believed that he could be. I grunted some sleepy reply and lapsed back into unconsciousness. She wa...
"Oh man," Jess groaned as she woke up the next day and draped an arm across her face. The sun blazed outside her windows, striking her with its brilliance through the cracks in her curtains and completing the job her aching balls had started. She sat up with care. Her legs were spread wide to give her sack room to breathe, above which her cock stood hard as...
It's 6:30 a. m. , and I'm deep into dreaming of that sweet babe with the looks of a porno superstar I bumped into on the track yesterday. Asleep or awake, she had the most devastatingly beautiful tush I've ever jogged behind. How I'd love to run back with her to my place, wash off all our sweat together in a long cool shower, then lick her 'till the sun come...
Eric sat in a chair at the end of the bed, his legs straight out and spread apart on the bed. Erica lay on the bed, her feet resting in the space between his legs. He'd given her his best foot rub, he'd told her his boringest stories, he'd shushed her repeatedly when she tried to start conversations, offered her pills that the psychologist had conjured from...
*Apologies now for the time it's taken to get this next instalment written, however real life and family have been busy and I've very little leisure time to sit and write. Also it stalled a couple of times while I wrestled with where to take the story, but I'm happy with what I've written and I really hope that you are too. Feedback and comments are always w...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is fiction. Everyone is over 18 and shuns condoms. Tags: fuckfest, bisexual, pregnancy, fighting sperm. If you object, stop reading. Voices may be unreliable. Details may be incorrect. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Enjoy! ***** Stanley Steamer 09: Ellise & Anathea Steaming hot music and women...