This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. Again, I woke up before James, and made some coffee. I was still too tired to cook break...
I would never have thought to be called a 'cock-slut', nor have a real one, not imagined, dripping with pre-cum, slithering in and out of my mouth, my own eight inch rod gorged in red satin panties, wearing black nylon stockings and a silk garter belt. Yet here I was, having sex with a complete stranger, sucking a monstrous dick, craving for it to be inside...
In my marriage it could be said that I had landed on my feet, despite leaving school when I was 16 and getting a job in a supermarket stacking shelves. I had still been able to find a university educated wife with a high powered job that took her all over the world. Luckily for me due to her constant travelling we agreed early on in our relationship that whi...
This kind of follows on from Our Corruption only from Sally's POV. So if you didn't like the first one wont like like this either. Feedback, even negative, is always welcome. ***** It's been a couple of weeks since my life really began. Up until that point I had been a perfectly ordinary normal boring wife. Geoff had changed all that. Let's be honest, Marc...
I'd had a crush on Mac for about five years and had often fantasised about fucking him. You could tell just by looking at him, that you knew he would fuck you long and hard. Hubby was well aware that I would love to have Mac slide inside me at the drop of a hat; he even offered to set it up. We'd teased each other in our local pub but always in a banter...
Summary: Couple accidentally visits sex island and lets loose. Note 1: This is for a one-day author-themed event called ONE NIGHT IN.... Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert & Wayne for editing. One Night on Hedo Island Fate is a funny thing. I mean before fate intervened in my life... I had no idea such places existed, and even if I had I wou...
Having a nice time on my flight home from Georgia. Making out with an old friend and fuck buddy Paula Deen while everybody watches. I love being watched. First class is about half full, so a bunch of prying eyes watching Paula jerk my seven inches while we tongue fuck, and while I molest her old titties through her white blouse. I unbutton it most of the way...
Part 2 So now here I was, nearly six months later. We hadn't got round to divorce yet but were permanently separated -- both living in apartments far enough apart to ensure we needn't see each other any time soon. I got up that Saturday morning feeling better than I had in years and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror with approval. I'd managed to giv...
These stories will not stand alone, the reader should read both Dilemma and particularly Dilemma – Lorelei's Story by Joesephus first as this chapter hinges on that story but I don't want to bore the reader by repeating it. Some of Lorelei's story as written by Joesephus is included for continuity Time for a decision No matter how I tossed and turned, I c...
By Dan57 and Cih Amit's return Lydia had stayed home during the whole Diwali festival in fear of falling into the clutches of Sir Nigam or Vikash, the police officer. She was still trying to immerse deeper in the Indian civilization : so she had lit up a traditional row of twenty diyas (ghee lamps) to celebrate the return of Rama and the victory of good ag...