This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Chapter 31 -- Independence Day Dave looked next to him as he stood on the patio at the Meadows and from a few feet away got a highly contented smile from Joyce. She was wearing both parts of her patriotic bathing suit with both bra and bottom sporting a bold pattern of blue stars and red and white stripes. She was also wearing her jeweled flip-flops and had...
Welcome to Chapter! This is not an episodic story, so I recommend starting at the beginning. Also, it's more story than sex, so please adjust your expectations accordingly. Finally, you know the drill: everyone doing sex is at least eighteen years old, and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or just taking a nap is coincidental. Special thanks to icedr...
Everyone deals with the aftermath of the attack on Julia and Lisa. This chapter has oral, anal, and vaginal fucking, masturbation and lesbian sex. No STD's exist for the purposes of this story. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 31 - Aftermath JULIA I had tests all day, never quite getting any sleep between them, feeling tired and worn out. My face hurt, my head sli...
The sun was high and hot, its light glittering on the surface of the Atlantic and beating down on the cigarette boat cutting through the low waves, piloted by a wizened Brazilian man in a tattered Parrotthead shirt. Inside the boat's cramped cabin David Mercer tapped away at his laptop. It was the same book he always worked on when he was idle, writing, chan...
Freedom! My twin sister and I were eighteen and free until university which for me was the summer plus a year away as I was taking a year out with my youth orchestra buddy, Ellie to earn money doing gigs and some busking before we started our studies in earnest. She would be going on a scholarship to the Paris Conservatoire whereas I would be doing maths, ps...
'My life is over,' I muttered, as the real estate agent led me up to the front door. Even for a redbrick old house in Newcastle it looked... rustic? Quaint? Shit. It looked shit. Beat-up and dirty, what was described to me as a 'front garden' was more a slab of concrete with a plastic chair and determined weeds reaching through the cracks. Even the outside...
AUTHORS NOTE: No, there isn't any sex in this chapter. But hopefully it sets the scene for future chapters of Jessamy Beech in which there will be. "If ye untie me I'll give ye the best fucking y'ever had," said Hamnavoe from the shadows, "ye look like you could do wi' one ..." Jessamy Beech ignored him and rotated the spitted squirrel a quarter turn. The...
My wife and I had just gotten married. We both had saved ourselves for marriage and minus one boyfriend in college my wife had never touched or seen another man's dick other than mine. She told me he was extremely small and made mine seem huge. Our wedding night was one of new experiences as we both had sex for the first time. It was awkward, it was fun, it...
Thanks to Madiha (Sweetdreamssss) for encouraging me to finish it, and to Rustyoznail for being so patient with the editing. I would especially like to thank Rustyoznail for his excellent editing skills to define and enhance the story. He also has added to the dialogues and the sex scenes in this story. Please check out the stories by Rustyoznail & Sweat...