Sitting cross-legged on the bed, drinking wine out of jars as we passed a joint around, I was conscious of the girls both looking at us. "That was sooo hot, watching you and John," Teri said. "I love watchin' you get fucked, Sean..." "Isn't it your turn now?" Rochelle asked John. "I want to watch you..." I heard John make a little gasp. He looked over...
My names Lady Denisa I’m 47 have been married to Lord Henry for nearly thirty years. The year’s 1944 and my husband’s a Wing Commander in the R.A.F. He’s currently in Africa as Officer commanding Sidi Ben Alli. He’s been there fighting the Nazis for nearly two years so not been back to England in that time. We’ve five children all married and between them...
From a very early age I have been wearing panties. I am not really interested in dressing further, at least not yet, but I love wearing silky feminine panties. The more feminine they are the more I like them. I love lace and flowers, and I love wearing them under my jeans when I go out. Whether it is school, or work, or the bar, I love the feeling of my silk...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism; it helps me to improve my writing, and e...
It was a weekend afternoon and my wife and I were heading to her lover's place. This was her second outing with Charles. Her first time had happened at a hotel room some weeks ago, which was usually how we love to keep things as far from the kids as possible. That night had cemented their relationship in ways even I had been surprised about. Juliet was often...
Miranda Harkens closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the second glass of wine was taking effect, her eyes closing as she drank in the sounds of the night around her. Angela was a long way from home, the scratching and chattering of unseen insects in the undergrowth was not one she was used to hearing in South Wandsworth. She stretched languidly, enjoying...
As the sunlight hits Inga's bedroom the lovely blonde stirs. She opens her eyes and looks at the clock, seeing its after 9 am. Inga can feel the sleeping youngster against her back, his spent cock wedged in between her ass cheeks. The sexy milf can feel his arm around her holding her against him. She loves the feeling of waking up with a sexy 18 year old boy...
The hilarity of the BBC stories appearing across the internet has always amused me. The foot long dongs, the brainless men and women, the language used, the silliness of the whole "interracial" gamut, it is really very humorous, especially when the writers and readers take themselves seriously. I decided to write my own. Here we go... Thanks to my editors,...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
WARNING: In my stories, I tend to use the "n-word" quite a bit. If you can't handle reading that...then please leave. ============================================ Just because black slavery is done in the US, and just because the white population apologized for their actions doesn't mean that everything is okay. There are many black men in America who fee...