Continued from chapter 3…
Shocked that she slapped him again and again, Albert was surprised that his sister had discovered his sinister plan to hypnotize her and his mother for sex so soon. She was savvy but obviously underestimating her, he didn’t give her credit for the intelligence she had to see through his ruse. He figured that it would be a while before his mother
Rose rushed down the stairs to the subway platform, having heard the train coming in. She squeezed onto the packed commuter train knowing there was no use in waiting for another as they would all be packed. On days like these she was glad she was tall, she couldn’t imagine being on such a packed train and not being able to see any further than the suit of the person squished up against her. She was also glad she had pulled her long auburn hair up into a high ponytail, otherwise she risked
She was one of those short, curvy girls, dark complexioned, chest-length brown feathery hair, big blue eyes and adorable features. She was also dressed in pretty standard bar clothes, a loose-fitting tank top, expensive, low-riding ass-hugging jeans and open-toed shoes, showing off her smooth, cute toes painted hot pink. I’d always wanted to fuck a girl like her.
I’ve always wanted to fuck lots of kinds of girls. Truth be told, I never got laid much in college. Every once in a while
Attending a collage in the south has many benefits not the least of which is frequent road trips to the beach. On this particular trip it was myself and five fraternity brothers looking for a little fun and sun down on the gulf coast. We arrived Thursday afternoon around 2: PM and checked into our hotel. Typical collage guys on a budget, we were jamming the room.
After the fights to see who got the beds and who got the floor Steve, Allen, Scott and myself decided to see if we could find a place
Author’s Note: In Icelandic folklore, there are many tales of huldufolk—the hidden people. One tells of ljuflingur, huldumen known to seduce and impregnate human women (‘ljuflingur’ means ‘beloved’ in Icelandic).
Many thanks to mac ropis for the thoughtful comments, spelling/grammar check, and insightful questions! Volunteer Editors are the best idea since oral sex.
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The knife in Eirik’s right boot chafed painfully against his shin, but he did not dare
PROLOGUE
James Smith was lounging on the couch in his favorite beat up pair of pajamas, slowly perusing the Sunday paper sprawled on the floor beside him. He was flipping from page to page in the Entertainment section when something caught his eye. His sound of disgust caught his wife Sarah’s attention as she sat at the dining room table looking through circulars and clipping coupons.
Sarah glanced casually over at him. She still loved her husband and found him very attractive after their
This is a story that is based on the true life and events of one of my very sweet readers, who turned into a very good friend of mine. She contacted me through the site, and I figured I could write and dedicate this story to her. I hope you like it baby! This is dedicated to ELM. Enjoy!
“Uncle Steve, I need to come to your house. I can’t stand mom and dad, and they won’t give me my own space and they aren’t treating me like an adult. I know I’m only eighteen, but I
Whether it’s her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can’t get enough of it; I love every aspect of the act.
The role reversal, where she takes control and I’m the one that spreads my legs and she fills me up instead, is a wonderful treat. The feeling
Cue the music. I’m thinking Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees. I’m strutting down the street, buttons undone on my shirt, gold chains tangled in my chest hair. Yeah, I’m that guy, and it feels good.
Family, friends, and co-workers attributed my abundant happiness to the fact that my relationship with Nicole was going well, and that was true as well.
Any fears that I had about Nicole’s relationship with Alice putting an end to ours quickly evaporated. I didn’t
I’ve known Sarah for nearly 20 years. We “met” online back when the Internet was in its infancy. A time when you had to pay 29 cents to send an e-mail. We were both married then, and had a mutual interest in a certain female singer, which helped our friendship blossom. This was back in the days of cassettes and other memorabilia being swapped and I’m sure that she enjoyed getting little packages from across the country like I did.
As the Internet advanced, so did we. We