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When it comes to sex, Ive always perceived myself as
When it comes to sex, Ive always perceived myself as
In the kingdom of Loraik, under the tumultuous rule of young King Bedrick, in a remote village of the lush pasture lands, Garett the 20 year old farmhand was having the greatest night of his short life thus far.
I was the daughter of a couple of drunks. Father
Description: In this humorous attempt at deliberate bad writing your beloved author faces down an irate father while armed only with blazing wit and wet underwear. Or maybe just wet underwear.
Tom has heard the tales of perpetual frustration at the hands of the virginal Miss Darling – a kindergarten teacher at the school where he teaches. Her heavenly gates, along with everything else, are off limits to all until marriage. Nevertheless, he puts forth his best effort in prying those gates open. Will he succeed where so many others have failed? Or will he be just another poor slob sacrificed on the alter of terminal disappointment? A good Christian sex story.
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Glad school was over; young Richie jumped from the first step of the school building and landed right on his feet.
Small footprints in the sand weave past the roots of the mangroves, away from my hut. I follow them towards the placid afternoon sea which glitters blue-green beyond the white beach. The sky is cloudless azure above the swaying emerald fronds of the coconut trees that line the coast. A silky breeze blows in off the clear horizon and lifts the locks of my overlong hair from my shoulders.
Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A! Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Randolph was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam Randolphs special combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the most incredible combinations.
Scott has been in love with Tabitha, the single mother next door, almost since the first day he moved in. The problem is that Tabitha is in love with someone else a married man who has all the right excuses for why hes still with his wife. And then one snowy Christmas Eve…
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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
It was Christmas Eve, 2015, and, in Heritage, California, it was about as cold as it ever got. The mercury was hovering in the mid-thirties and a cold, freezing rain, driven by an artic wind from a low-pressure system over Oregon, was falling all over the area. There were reports that snow was falling as low as one thousand feet in the nearby Sierra Nevada foothills, dusting the exclusive Heritage suburbs of Cypress Hills and Andiron. There were even cautious predictions that as the temperature continued to drop in the late evening and early morning hours that snow might fall in Heritage itself. If true, this would be an extremely rare occurrence. At an average elevation of forty feet, Heritage had only received measurable snowfall six times in recorded history. And never had it snowed on Christmas.
Andrew had worked hard all his life without too much to show for it.
John and Sarah were newly married and had come to live with Sarahs parents for a time until they could afford their own place. On their second day in the house, Sarahs mother, Anne, arrived home and heard loud groaning. She rushed to the kitchen where she saw her daughter naked face-down on the kitchen table being fucked by John. Anne noticed the size of Johns large cock as it pounds into her daughter. The man turned to see her and lewdly smiles, slowly withdrawing his cock from her daughters pussy so that Anne could see its substantial length.
As the nice feelings in her pussy started to grow, she started to fantasize about being fucked by Johns big cock. She didnt want it to be about John, she tried to think of George Clooney or Gregory Peck, her previous fantasy guys, but Johns forceful need for her came back. She thought about being fucked in the wardrobe today, and turned to lay face down while she imagined John on top of her and the feeling of his dick entering her from behind. And the more she tried to get John out of her mind, the more he was there, until, fingers franticly rubbing her clit she started to come. She came a couple more times, then collapsed into a deep sleep. She woke half an hour later feeling relaxed and refreshed, though a little guilty that she had fantasised about John.
Rebecca Larson shifted nervously in her chair, gulping a vodka tonic to settle her jitters and numb her nerves. The thirty-eight-year-old woman didnt know why she had agreed to this in the first place. Now she was having serious, second thoughts about staying here.
I hadnt noticed the days getting shorter, but that didnt make it so. Proof was fixed to the refrigerator door with a lemon-shaped magnet. The senior class schedule signified a chain of events that would end my summer and begin the last year of high-school. I turned away from the flow of the party and examined the page in an awkward attempt to look busy. Nodding dramatically as if its words solved some lingering mystery, my charade only reinforced a sinking feeling of isolation. I had never come to these parties before, and cursed myself for caving after avoiding so many previous invitations.
The sound of conversation, laughing, and music filled the
When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her History teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
Andrew Wittier was thirty, single and struggling to make it as a writer. His commissions so far had been writing technical material but he was anxious to make it into the world of fiction. That’s how he meant Zara Crofts.
Being a submissive does not happen over night…. I was mildly submissive as
After twelve years of full time jobs and a million activities with our daughter… 36 hours a day and eight days a week had taken a toll on our marriage. She was still as sweet and lovely as ever, but constant running had worn her down and it felt like no matter what I did to help, nothing would rekindle the fire. There was plenty of love there but the passion was gone… oh, not on my end. She can walk into a room and I can’t take my eyes off of her. She is just as beautiful today as the day I met her. Standing just under 5’2” and a little over 100 lbs, she is a wonderful package of sexiness. Amy’s reddish-brown hair kisses her shoulders and her Bambi-brown eyes gaze up at me and melt my knees. Spending hours on her feet at work has kept her in great shape. Amy’s breasts are a 34DD with small, pink nipples that are quick to stand at attention when she is aroused. I remember it was her gorgeous butt that caught my attention in the first place… with her tiny waste and toned thighs I am always reminded of me of Jennifer Lopez. Even just north of 40, her breasts and butt are still perky.