Chapter 7 – Recovery {AUTHOR'S NOTE: - Apologies to my few ardent fans about the delay in publishing Chapter 7 of Emma's Saga. Blame holidays, pressure of work, lack of time for research, and writer's block – in no particular order. Emma doesn't get fucked a lot in the next few chapters, but I'm still developing some important characters. Chapters 8 to 11 f...
Saturday Afternoon They'd cleaned up and showered. And dressed. Well, sort of. She'd pulled on a fresh pair of pink bikini panties, with just enough fabric to cover her mound and not much more than that. She'd pulled his dress shirt back on, too, but left the front unbuttoned so he could see her, and touch her, whenever he wanted. She felt deliciously sexy....
I saw Pete down at the beach several times over the next week. He was extremely happy each time I saw him. We had several discussions about our foursome and he wanted to continue exploring his sensuality, including more anal. Both he and Mickey had crossed the threshold together. Both had freed themselves from years or perhaps, decades of curiosity. Both had...
NOTE: This story is a follow-up to "A Bus Worth Missing," posted 4/14/16 in the romance section. To get the most out of this new story, interested readers might wish to read "A Bus Worth Missing" first, written from Ryan's point of view. Now it's Coleen's turn. As always, feedback is much appreciated, yea or nay. Some girls get swept off their feet. Ryan...
Anthony Valdez was a real looker, with dark hair and eyes. Like his Italian father, he was over 6 feet in height and out of his three friends, was the last to turn eighteen. Eighteen. He was finally an adult but yet, something still remained from his past. He was a virgin. Living in a co-ed Catholic Preparatory school, complete with uniforms and dormitories,...
Despite being half French, my fair-haired, baby-faced wife Lilly was a bad drinker. Everytime we had a party, she had passed out on a bed long before the fun ended. This time we were hosting a big one at our house, so, being the hostess, she promised to not get drunk, perhaps not drink at all - and failed at that miserably. The party was in full swing, yet...
Here is an entry to the April Fool's contest. Just a quick light one that I hope people enjoy -- and not take it too seriously. * Jonah was relaxing in the basement on early Sunday afternoon, while Rhonda, his wife of five years, was vacuuming upstairs. Ronnie, their two-year-old son was spending the weekend at her parents because Jonah was expecting to be...
It was intense! It was by far the strongest orgasm I'd had in quite a while and I wasn't even on a bed. I was bent over the back of the couch in my living room and the hard cock was driving into me from behind. My feet weren't even touching the floor and I had my wadded up panties in my mouth and I was biting down hard on them to keep from screaming out and...
Lauren's Lesson Ch. 11; the Honeymoon, part 4 The Lust Boat docks in St. Maarten We awoke the following morning and showered before breakfast. As we left the cabin, Raj was waiting for us with the production crew. "Good morning, Mr. Jack and Miss Dangles!" he exclaimed. "My goodness, I had no idea I had such celebrities in my block when I met you! It is no...
Tim arrived at the Novotel at six. The clerk called Dave's room. He was in. "He said he'll meet you in the lounge bar, Mr. Pearson." Tim sat at the almost deserted bar. He was nervous. He had no idea how Dave would react to what might be seen as Tim's interfering. He recalled an occasion a few years ago, shortly after he and Alice were married, when Dave...