Ch. 1 -- Rarely, one simply has to say yes "Honey, do you remember the time we were shopping in that cute little town on the north shore, and we saw Nicole and Tom shopping for a party they were throwing?" When my delicious little wife Angelina asked me this out of the blue, she happened to be mounted upright on my well oiled cock, pressing down astride my...
Naked Girl - Chapter 2: What I Saw THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Feedback is desired but please be kind and constructive. The constant shift between Ebonics and standard English, even in the girl's dialogue; is intentional. ------------------------ Welcome to West Oakland, another day in the ghetto. Jamal and his crew were hangin on...
Betty leaned forward on the horse's back, feeling it's undulating muscles pulsing rhythmically beneath her. "YA!!" Betty exclaimed, as she dug her spurs into the dusky mare's flanks. Her eyes narrowed in the onslaught of the dusty wind. She reached back and patted the loot-filled saddlebags, a pleased smile creasing her lips. Her horse made a sharp turn a...
This is another of my true stories from my life. This one is a little different than the others I've written to date in that it does not really deal with interracial sex, my favorite thing in life per se, but is more about my early life with my lovely and beautiful wife. Yeah, there's some sex stuff here. But again its true sex stuff and not something I made...
WARNING: This story involves scenes of sex, domination, mind control, cuckold, breeding and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. My name is actually Drust but I let the women I seduce to call me Drew when it serves my purpose. Drust is an ancient...
Author's note: This story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. Although, human imagination is also influenced by various external stimuli. In case of author, someone has always served as poetical inspiration to imagine, fantasize, think and write. So, this story is again dedicated to — heart unfold li...
This is not an autobiography. The names and events are a product of my imagination although I am certain that things such as I have described happen everyday somewhere. Many thanks to the men and women who form the thin blue line between us and anarchy. Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to be a policeman. It started when I saw an old black a...
"Holy shit," whispered Jean, disbelievingly. "Medical kit," Mike said, holding out his hand while he stared at the unconscious pilot. "You've already got one," Tammy said, pointing to the kit lying on the ground next to the survivor. "But she's not Human," Roy said. "Our kits are updated for me," Tammy explained. "So is the infirmary in Waimea." "Oh," s...
Christopher was twenty six and had gotten his degree from a prestigious university in southern California. He had worked for the best grades possible all through high school, and all through college to get his degree. It worked out because in his field he was already getting job offerings before he had graduated even. So when he did graduate, he already had...
The Chapman farm in the sleepy town of Clinton in upstate New York was a modest operation back in the late 60's, but while the family members did most of the work during the year, come harvest time they needed to hire some outside help. There were a number of such workers who made a circuit of the area farms each summer, usually going back to the same place...