I never knew his name, but he knew mine and he'll never forget. You never forget your first. As I looked up at him it was his hair that struck me. Short. Blond. Set with gel in a kind of wedge shape with the apex over his right eye. I'm not much for hairstyles, but his was quite striking and so it stuck. His eyes were blue, his lips were dry and he was chew...
Author's Notes: If you have not read Chapter 01 i strongly suggest that you do so. This chapter begins immediately from where the last left off. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy it. GM01 She sat astride my hips, impaled on my cock. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile of contentment curled her lips. She was still weari...
Matti's mind raced as he packed. The young man, 27 years of age, and in his third role out of university, was being sent away to a conference for a few days in the heart of the Norfolk Broads. He was to accompany his older colleague Su, who as it happened owned a cottage nearby, and so she had offered to put him up for the duration of their stay. Not only th...
(Thanks to everyone for the great feedback to my stories. This latest one is quite different. To everyone expecting another story of another thirty something milf and her horny teenage son you may be disappointed. This thirty something blonde finds her true happy place underneath and on top of young black teenagers. She eventually gets involved in a web of c...
My relationship with Shelly Banks is a strange one. We were set up by mutual friends and we hit it off great. She was a heavy set woman with long curly hair. We had just come home from a date and we started getting comfortable. We embraced each other and started kissing. I felt nervous and frightened, as she started to strip off her clothes. In mere moments,...
Disclaimer: All persons having sex are over the age of eighteen. This story contains smell/odor fetish, facesitting, female body hair, lactation, interracial sex, age fetish, gentle female dominance, watersports, excessive female cum, sleeping between the legs of smelly women, a fat older black woman, and a really, really fat, really, really older black woma...
Chena Yang stood on the deck of her ship, arms neatly folded. Draped in her bright red admiral's robe, she surveyed her fleet, and for the thousandth time she swelled with pride. Dozens of junks, each one hundreds of feet long and with a rudder five times the height of a woman, rode the easterly winds across the great ocean. The mighty red square sails of t...
A misty fog blew in off the ocean as Carla walked along a dirt path overlooking Hidden Cove Beach, her long golden hair dancing and swirling in the sea wind. Carla savored the cool wind on her face and on her long bare arms and legs. These walks were so therapeutic for her, helping to clear her head after another stressful week on the job. She was a vice-p...
Red Sonja and the Ten Levels of Hell Part Three - Shadow Hell Once more Red Sonja experienced the flashing, spinning, vertigoes passage though the gates. The warrior woman took a deep breath and concentrated on the sensations and when she felt just the slightest change she orientated herself so she came through the gate on her feet with her sword drawn. No...
"Alex." He couldn't stop his hand from scribbling the last of his thought onto the paper, a few moments of silence before he looked up through his blonde bangs and focused his eyes on the teacher who had called his name. "The principal wants to speak with you." The dark haired female set the phone on her desk against the receiver, hanging up the phone in...