I thought maybe writing about the first time I was with Russ and Rayna would get it out of my system, but it just brought all those feelings back up to the surface. My husband and I made love after I posted the story, but I couldn't finish. I need what I used to need. I need the sound of a hand slapping my ass over and over. I need the spike of pain to go th...
Continuation of "fighting for his wife". You should read that one first to have the full context about the characters and how they got here. The fight had just ended, Blake won and he had just walked away with Kate, John's wife, as his present for winning the match. John was still on the floor of the ring catching his breath... It took a couple of minutes...
The thick, dark cock pounded my pussy, effortlessly smashing into my cervix, as my husband sat in a chair next to the bed watching. He was in cuckold heaven, with two fingers stroking the sorry excuse of boyhood between his legs. I moaned passionately as my lover and I neared orgasm in our sweaty heap, fully embracing the sweet smell of sex. —— How did we...
© All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means ( electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise)), without the prior expressed written permission of the author. Hi, guys. I finally decided to dip my toe into the pond and post...
The tingling on the back of her neck warned her that someone was watching her. She looked from side to side and then behind her and saw no one. She suddenly began to think about what how her older brother always told her to make sure she carried her pepper spray in her hand when walking from campus at night. Tonight she had not listened and now she was scare...
Even those who know me well aren't particularly fond of my vocabulary. I have a penchant for using the most blunt and often offensive word to describe terms concerning my profession. Don't get me wrong, I try to come across as eloquent and even sensual when I talk, especially when I am on a "date" and trying to be as smart and seductive as I can be. But when...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * Sunday never was my favorite. As a child, I hated having religion crammed down my throat, and got into trouble for asking too many questions. And Sunday in adulthood meant looking down the barrel of the workweek. No matter which way you turned, Monday was coming at you. Natural law dictated laundry and gr...
She stood outside the funeral home and told herself this was a mistake. She had been having this dialogue with herself since the day she saw the obituary in the paper. It's not like she read those on a regular basis, in fact, she avoided this section of the paper like the plague because she found it morbid and creepy, but she was reading an article that had...
Mr. Clayton was the youngest teacher at her high school, at 26. He was a math teacher as well as the soccer coach, and with good looks and a cocky smile, he was very popular amongst the students. His light green eyes and dark brown hair, and white even teeth enticed many females. Even through his formal school clothes it was obvious he had a soccer player's...
Last summer was one of our hottest here in history. A whole lot of sun and very little rain. Dry, dry, dry. So when our A.C. broke, I nearly went nuts. It was almost a week before anyone could get out to look at it. I just couldn't wait that long. I'm a wuss, I know, I sure should have been able to wait, but damn it! I just didn't want to. I had packed a ba...