It had been a couple of weeks since the events in the club with Mom and Anna, and I had thought about it every night for the first week, shooting my load into socks, towels, and other places. That’s right, I masturbate. I mean, I could just walk down the hall to Anna’s room and get a nice long blowjob, I’m sure, but with Macy in the room next door and Ted across the hall with Mom, I didn’t dare try. Instead, I’d just ease my tension with a little one on one.
It was around 7pm on December 22, when my cab from the airport pulled up to the curb. An awkward nervousness rumbled in my stomach as I paid the driver then removed my suitcases and gift bags from the trunk. I paused for a moment and stood at the gate to the yard of the house were I grew up. I took a deep breath before heading up the walkway to the front door.
See, my family was expecting me home on Christmas day, but I thought it would be a fun surprise to show up a few days early. I had not
*Hello all! I’m not very happy with the way I wrote the first chapter to this story. It was short, hasty, and I was inexperienced. I like to think I’ve improved greatly since then, and after many years I’ve decided to continue the story of Tyler. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. So without further ado, here is the second chapter!
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Tyler groaned and yawned loudly, half-asleep and grumpy that something had just disturbed him in the middle of the best
Cindy sat at her dining room table and sipped a glass of wine. In front of her were two letters and two small piles of photos. Aside from some soft music coming from the stereo the large house was empty and quiet, as it had been for much of the past six months.
She finished addressing the envelopes and set her address book aside. She sighed heavily and reached for the stamps. She knew writing letters was a little old fashioned, but there was something far more satisfying about a letter than an
I’m still working on the behemoth stories. Here’s something I poked at in the meantime, and I spit this one out pretty quick, too. Hope there aren’t too many errors. For those that like their fiction hard, this probably isn’t your sauce. No worries, I have that coming. I do appreciate the comments and criticisms. It’s helping, I hope.
Over the Edge
I had been at Zach’s for over an hour now. I couldn’t believe the position he put me in, as I sat there,
He went through the patio doors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. “Laura, wait.”
But Laura didn’t wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now.
She slammed the bathroom door
My sister Janet didn’t believe me and laughingly said so!
I thought it strange she could be so cheerful considering the circumstances; we were at a funeral after all. But no, she didn’t believe I could return to the same Greek Island for the same two weeks, (the last week of April and first of May) staying at the same hotel in the same room for 14 consecutive years and that this year would be my fifteenth trip.
She was sure that there was a woman out there who was the reason for
Still spent, Scott was gazing in amazement at the scene in front of him.
John was laying on the bed and mom was locked in his embrace.
After being thoroughly fucked, the unconscious Carol was resting in the arms of the big stud, who loved cradling in his massive arms the mature, hot milf. Her small size fitted perfectly in his large frame, like a little baby fondled by an adult.
John’s lips were gently kissing the beautiful face of his naked asleep lover, while his huge hands caressed the
I was having the sweetest dream. My wife was giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had! Then I started to wake up and realized that it wasn’t a dream! Her soft lips were working my cock like never before, and this time she was having no trouble taking all seven inches.
It was dark when I opened my eyes, but I could still make out her shape. She was in one of my favorite blow job positions: crouched to my right, with her ass up in the air. I closed my eyes again and relaxed. I
#1 – Margaret
Margaret had been worried about Ricky ever since the accident. Carrie, Margaret’s daughter, had been put in the hospital with a coma. Margaret wasn’t as worried about Carrie. Something in her soul told her that her daughter would emerge from this long sleep.
It was Ricky, out there in the world on his own, in a small town where reputation was everything, that she was worried about. Margaret knew about being young, and she knew about temptation. She was concerned about