Sex with the boss wife
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
I have a fetish for a submissive wife, we’ll call her “Carol”. I don’t really mean “tie to the bed” or “make me a sandwich” submissive though. What I mean is she will basically be a sex toy when I want her to be. Let me explain.
It was a few weeks after they returned from their honeymoon that Niles Dawson had his first terrifying glimpse into the depths of his lovely young brides bizarre tastes.
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.
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
Honi (pronounced like honey) rocked on her wide spread knees, her shoulders pressed against the base of a reinforced icy cold transparent glass revolving dais. The pose flattened her normally perky breasts against the glass. Subtle, muted light shone up through the transparent surface, emphasizing her soft pale, perspiring skin. Her dusty blond hair, that normally reached half way down her back, cascaded out semi-matted and damp, as it spread out over her shoulders, back and onto the glass she crouched on.
Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines of her movements.
Always one to date thin, tight-bodied girls, I was between girlfriends
The lovely young blonde crossed one long slender leg gracefully over the other, and smiled dazzlingly at Doug.
A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the ONeils, the OConnors, the OBriens, the OLachlans, and the MMurroughs; a title of The Five Nations would likewise be as easily justified if the work dealt with the five confederated Indian tribes (the Mohawks, Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, and Senecas), or, as was the case with Rudyard Kiplings volume of poems, if the five nations were the five component parts of the British Empire.
It is hard to think of anything more boring than school in ones childhood. Now were going to have a math test… Lisa, please be quiet… Yes, you can go to the bathroom… Im very disappointed in all of you… drone a series of teachers for a dozen years or so.
This is a very personal document. It is an autobiography. Maryon Swelt is a very real person, and she has written her very own very real story, just as it happened to her. This is not a work of fiction.
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
RWS-244 DADDYS DELIGHT by Richard Van Dorne
Going once! Going twice! Sold to Allen for twelve
Howdy folks, we would like to welcome yall to the finals for the 10th Annual
Going once! Going twice! Sold to Allen for twelve
I can not endure another night alone! echoes across the world as desperate cries of pain, originating from within the sterile white walls of small apartments everywhere.
I used to be an average housewife, husband, family, a big house with a white fence wooden fence and some kind of boring life. My husband just likes straight sex, he limbs onto me, fucks me until he cums and then rolls over to sleep. I had never been fucked in my ass, he seldom wanted a blow job, and we have never tried anything than a missionary position. He has got a cock that looks like a sausage, reddish and covered with long veins. Our house is surrounded by fence, and we have neighbors living on both sides of us. On the right side there lives a family, and a man often shows up on our left. We have a fence, about 4 feet high, between our grass plots, so every day or a morning we say: “Hello, how you doing” and this type of relationship with our neighbor. I don’t know anything about our neighbor Alexander, if he is married, divorced or so.
It all started innocently enough one summer evening with
The sound of Barry White blared over the speakers and
The phone was ringing as Katy unlocked the door into her house. She had
While it was in progress, it would be called World War III. After it was all said and done, it would be called Armageddon. Whatever it was referred to as, it would go down in history as the bloodiest, costliest, most destructive event in human history. Though not a single nuclear or fusion weapon and not a single chemical warhead would be used during the ten long years of the war, more than six hundred million people would be killed as a result of the fighting.
The blond strangers eyes glinted like steel in the dark night. Valerie shuddered with fear as he slammed the doors of the empty truck behind him and walked over towards her.