Her name was Maureen and she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever known. She was my stepmother. We were a blended family. My step-mom had three children and my father had five children. I was the oldest of all the siblings. My father was an alcoholic and worked late hours with his job. He'd always stop off at a bar, when he finished his shift for the evening, and then pass out in the spare bedroom. So my stepmother was always alone when she slept. My father was also very abusive to her. My stepmother was forty-four years old. She was 5’6” and had red, shoulder length, straight hair. She had the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen. She had large breasts and a great ass. She was not thin, but had a very curvy appearance. She wore a fourteen dress size. Even after having three kids, she had a really nice body. My stepmother was usually dressed in dresses, or skirts and blouses. She worked in a department store and needed to look nice every day. She always wore stockings and heels with her outfits. She was always so happy, especially when my father was not home. I think he really made her jumpy. But, lucky for us he wasn’t home much. When my mother was at work, I often would go to her bedroom and look through her pantie drawer. I loved to look at all the different styles she had. She had so many different styles. She had bikinis, briefs, thongs, hipsters, French cut panties, boy shorts. She had the greatest ass I’d ever seen. Sometimes, I even liked to wear her …
The Goth
I was never a very tall child, always shorter than average. Growth spurt didn't help as much as I would have liked but oh well, it is what it is. Of course being smaller then most of the guys in my grade, as well as some of the girls, never got me many friends. However, going on to my junior year I fell into a group of friends. Tossed may be a better word for it. A group of jocks had picked me up and stuffed me into a trash can and kicked it over the small hill out front. The trash cane can rolled shorter then usual and came to a very sudden stop. I slowly stuck out my head, just enough to see, so I could tell what stopped the can. When I looked up and saw a face somewhat remember from around school I must say I was a little shocked. He was a senior, a little larger then most of the seniors. Wearing black tripp pants with bright green stitching, black combat boots, one of which was resting on the trash can still after it stopped it from rolling, and a bright green tight long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve over it. A lip ring hole in the center of his lip, the ring missing however. Dark eye liner and his long black hair, usually hanging to his shoulders was now pulled back in a pony tail. As I sat, still in the trash can, looking up at him others of his group of friends ran up beside him and some on past to stand just on the other side of the trash can. "I have watched you push this poor guy around for the last two years, it ends today." He said looking up the small …
Erotic Education #1: Erica-3
Erica meets me in our local park where we walk and chat about erotic education I offer her a lesson in love in practise, in a secluded part of the water-park I offer her a first ever orgasm from licking love lips after her golden shower Erica eagerly follows me to my place for more privacy for next lessons in love I teach the teen to play for pleasure her love lips so she can come without me Erica likes my love lessons, especially how she can climb up from first heaven Erica likes most how to pleasure me, as my sperm shower excites her very much I am an elder gentlemen, I know I do not need to rush Erica's erotic education /b] Erica walks with me to my apartment close to the park we met and made love Erica knows now she can come from my long tongue, lapping her lovely lips Erica knows she can make me come as well with her mouth munching my member Erica sits at my lap for further erotic education in theory and practise I propose we will wash her sexy slip as it got very wet from her juicy pussy I caress her tight teen bums under her short sexy summer-dress while we wash I caress her thighs while I whisper sweet silly sexy secrets in her eager ear I ponder my next step at Erica: she is clearly submissive but also very young Erica asks me to tell her how it works with orgasms for both boys and girls? Erica likes to learn the sexy things we did in the park she can do to herself Erica likes how I take her hand in mine and we together caress her love lips Erica awesome orgasms …
Susan
Susan Susan had been going to the group for 2 months and today it was her turn to speak. She was so nervous. She had heard the stories of the other people, all of them anonymous, of course. The self-help group had a great reputation, something like the AA, alcoholics anonymous. Still she was afraid, because her story was so much weirder than anybody’s. Nobody had done the things she had done. Sure, there was the 30 year old businessman who hired a new secretary every week, fucked her through and then dumped her. That was the way he ticked, he said. And the lady who had a relation with two men at the same time, and they were father and son. Or the guy who who had to eat fresh vegetables during sex – out of his girlfriends pussy. But she was the baddest of all. And she was ashamed of herself, and she was nervous. But here came the nod from the moderator, and she had to stand up. She could hide her shaking hands, but everybody would listen to her shaking voice. The first sentence was the same for everyone, except the name, of course. “Hello everyone, I am Susan and I am a porn and sex addict.” That went over her lips quite smooth and she saw the warm smiles on the face of the 8 other people sitting in the circle. Susan took a deep breath and continued. “It all started two years ago, when I was 18. I just had dumped my boyfriend. He only thought about himself. Yes, we would have sex, but only missionary style. And every time it would hurt. He would cum every time, and maybe half …
Sleeping Over
That gentle little knock at my bedroom door always made me smile. I watched the handle turn, and then waited for Scarlett to poke her head through. It was a pretty regular occurrence whenever she spent the night over at our place. As much as I loved my little sister, she wasn’t a morning person, and her bubbly best friend would often leave her alone in her room to sleep in for a couple of hours while she hung out with me instead. Scarlett had always had a crush on me, following me around like a lost puppy at every opportunity. I was flattered by the attention, especially as I got nothing like it from the twenty year old women my own age. And as she had blossomed through her teens, I have to admit, more than just my ego became aroused. "Morning, Will," she breathed. Her mop of chocolate brown hair splashed around her face, framing that adorable, hopeful smile. "Can I come in for a snuggle?" "Of course you can, Sweetie," I grinned, leaning up on one elbow. Her smile beamed brighter, if that was possible. She slipped through the door, closing it gently behind her, and coming fully into view. She wore a tight, white t-shirt, with a faded print of Marvin the Martian on the front, as she always did when she slept over with my little sister. Marvin's face was distorted around her right breast, making him look like he was winking at me. The muzzle of his ray gun similarly flared on the stretched fabric on her left. And the bottom of her shirt had long since lost the battle of …
Rural Boys
As late spring began to settle in, life was good. At age 38 I had finally managed to get all my ducks sufficiently lined up to a point where I was able to earn a better than decent living in my chosen field of publishing by working from my home, primarily proof reading and editing newly authored works that were pending publication and release by my employer. I had always been an avid reader so this gig fit me to a tee, and the added bonus of not having to run the daily grind of reporting to an office building somewhere was the proverbial frosting on the cake. I truly loved the independence of working at home and at my own pace, the only real requirement imposed upon me being the satisfactory and timely completion of a predetermined amount of editing each month. While my professional life was pretty much perfect, the same sadly could not be said of my personal life, although to the casual observer I suppose even that side of my life would look fairly idyllic as well. I indeed enjoyed a pleasant and active enough social life, with a number of diverse friends and beer buds, and even the occasional fuck-buddy. While all this was pleasant enough, what was sorely lacking to make it as perfect as the professional side of my life was my continuing and unfulfilled lust for young teen boys, sexually speaking. In my own teen years I had happily discovered the joys of sexual encounters with some willing peers of the time, and while it was true enough that as I matured I had also …
Seducing My Boss
Ria knew she was in trouble. She had pulled a sick day on the day before Christmas Eve and she knew Anna, her boss, wasn't too happy about it Anna summonsed Ria into her office, a stern look on her face. Truth be told, Anna wasn't what you would call pretty. Her face was pale and her hair was straggly and mousy brown. But, what set her apart from the other females at the store was her figure. Anna was wide at the hips and slender at the stomach; a girls dream body. The store didn't have a uniform so Anna was always seen walking around in tight skinny jeans that hugged her ass and flowing blouses that seemed to tighten around her ginormous boobs. Ria walked into the tightly compact office, Anna pulled up onto the desk. Ria inhaled and exhaled slowly as she closed the door behind her. The office was small, suffocatingly so so. Two desks sat nestled together, a CCTV camera screen perched on one and stacks of papers on the other. There were two chairs and Ria sat on one whilst Anna rested her feet on the other. Ria couldn't help but stare at the creeping cleavage that was appearing over Anna's top. Her pale skin was inviting and Ria subconsciously licked at her lips. She had always fantasised about Anna; kissing those large lips, wanting to dive her tongue into her tight pussy, feel her plump breasts in her hands. "Do you know why you are here?" Anna asked in a slightly nasal tone. Ria just shook her head, unable to concentrate because of Anna's unintentional movement of her …
Is She Worth It? Chapter 4
FIRST OF ALL-Sorry for being months behind guys. I’ve had my senior year being a hassle for me. Not to mention college applications and university tours around the country. I’ve also been very busy with football practice, and now that football and NFL season is over, I can come back to writing. This first chapter back won’t be too long, as I’m going to L.A for a few days and won’t be back till next week. I just wanted to get a quick chapter out to you guys till then. Again, very sorry to keep you waiting! And also, Jashley (Famous author of SHE IS THE ONE) has let me partner with him slightly. You may see a hint or two in this chapter, but nevertheless, check the guy out here and on Adult FanFiction! Great stories! Okay…on to the short ass chapter. School was…well different. As we pulled into my parking spot, already a couple heads were turning our way. And it wasn’t because I rock a 2014 Mazda 6 GT. “Alexis, mind helping me out? Without my arm for balance I might fall.” I asked as I slowly pushed the door open with my free hand. My legs could barely move because I was crammed into the glove compartment. My left hand couldn’t reach the seat adjusty thingy buttons on the right side and I didn’t want to make Alexis worry, so I just dealt with the pain of being crushed. Now I know how Atlas felt in Greek Mythology…holding the sky up and all. “Here you are”. Lexi said as she came around to my side and pulled me out. “The taxi fare will be slightly high due to me …
Masters Tree Cave
Daddy comes out of the cave after what seems like forever. He walks over to the blanket and picks up the cloth packaging that the ropes were wrapped in. I look at him, curious about what he’s going to do with that. He looks at me and smiles with a little mischievous glint in his eye. He walks over to me and kisses me sweetly. He then uses the packaging as a blindfold. I smile and shiver. Blindfolds are my favorite thing for us to play with. “It’s time to go see Master, Princess,” Daddy whispers in my ear sweetly. Daddy’s voice is always gentle and sweet, where Master’s is always firm but caring. Daddy and Master may be the same man, but they are two different men. I love them both. I smile as Daddy slowly leads me over to our tree cave. We stop just outside the cave (I know this because I can still feel the warmth of the sun on my back) and Daddy kisses me again. “See you soon, Princess.” With that, Daddy is gone and Master has arrived. ************************************************************************************ My little Princess slut has come to see me. I lead her into my cave silently. She is allowed to speak until I say otherwise and she knows this, so before I can give a command she quietly, but respectfully asks, “Has Daddy shown you the gift I brought, Master?” I smile. She always wants to make us happy, but she does have a cheeky attitude every now and then. “Yes little one. Master is very pleased.” She smiles and stands a little taller. She knows she’s done …
3some with matured couple
Me and my wife continued our online fun. We did cam to cam with so many couples and single males from India and abroad. We met a matured couple online from Chennai. We did cam to cam fun with them. They looked very interested. So twice or thrice in a week we started doing cam fun with this couple. We talked each other a lot and we understood each other. Both couples have same kind of fantasies. After 4 months of online fun, we planned to meet each other. So the couple invited us to Chennai. We accepted. But my wife was very shy to face them in real. I tried to convince her. But she didnt agree. I informed the couple about my wife's shyness. So they tried to convince her. But she didnt agree and she told them she can send me and next time she will join. The couple agreed and I planned to go Chennai to meet them. Let me introduce them. They are Madhu and Selvi. He was 38 and she was 33 years old. It was a friday. I reached there around 5pm evening. Madhu came to bus stand to pick me. We went to his home at Adayar in his car. In his house I met his wife Selvi, his k**s and his parents. He introduced me as his business friend to them. We had dinner altogether and I went to my room. After 10 mins Madhu came to my room and told nothing can be done today as his parents are here. Same time my wife called me on phone and asked about the situation. Madhu also talked with her. Madhu told me its not safe to have fun in home as his parents are here. So we planned for a trip next day. …
Harry Potter NR.0
Prologue Harry James Potter, age seven, was on the school roof. He did not know how he got there, nor did he know that this was perfectly normal (if not a bit premature) for the sort of person that he would have been had his parents been alive. Because Harry's parents were not unemployed, worthless alcoholics who got themselves wrapped around a tree ("And good riddance to bad rubbish!" asHarry's uncle Vernon frequently said). In fact, Harry's mother, Lily, was a witch and his father, James, was a wizard. Harry Potter was also a wizard. He did not know this, but it is impossible for a wizard to change his nature. As much as his horrid relatives tried to stamp it out of him, he would always have his magic. Untrained, it would periodically take over when he did not mean to use it, such as in the very situation he was in at the moment. "Okay, I'm on the roof. I must have…" Harry's thoughts trailed off as he realized there was no logical explanation as to how he got there. "Maybe the wind caught me. No, that's just stupid. I'm seven years old, right? I shouldn't think of any freaky explanations about this. There must be something…" As Harry puzzled over his predicament, something in his mind hit another something in his mind, and his world changed forever. This happens to all magical children at some point in their lives. However, it almost always happens on September first after they turn eleven, in a controlled environment where magic is supposed to happen, with teachers …
Illicit Affair- Chapter 3-Between Angels and Demons
It had been another busy work day at Alistair & King. Rhonda Peters’ day had progressed like it usually did: she’d have Gabriel’s coffee ready and waiting, she’d lay out his day planner for him, take care of his phone calls, bookings, and type out necessary legal documents that needed to be filed. Around three o’clock that afternoon, something oddly changed in Rhonda’s usual routine. For some reason, at that particular hour, she couldn’t stop herself from eyeing Gabriel all the way from her cubicle for the past fifteen minutes. Her fingers were busy typing away on the keyboard, but her brown eyes kept darting over to her boss’s direction every ten seconds. She would pause, watch him for at least the same amount of time, and then continue with her work, repeating this unusual pattern. The pixie cut blonde still held a torch for that untouchable man who was pacing his office. The vacation she had taken with Gabriel to the Dominican Republic was forever etched in her memory. Every time she recalled those ten days of bliss, it always felt like everything happened yesterday, even though the tropical recollections occurred six years prior. At 36, Rhonda was still single, childless, and had no plans to settle down or adopt. It was hard for her to date a decent man when Gabriel King had forever ruined her. As much as she’d wished she had never slept with him, she couldn’t completely regret the experience. The romantic getaway had been the closest thing to paradise for Rhonda. She …
For Your Swapping Convenience
Pete and Karen sat side by side in the sand playing their made up game of Would You. The rules were simple; whoever walked by was rated by yes, I would, or not, on a bet. Not that either of them had ever followed up, but it did make for some interesting foreplay talk. Their sons were having a great time at the water's edge with the two other boys they had just met. Then Karen elbowed Pete saying, "Now here comes one you would definitely like." Both of them admired the dark haired woman walking to the water. She had on a one-piece suit that displayed her, more than ample, cleavage. Karen knew her husband had always been a tit man and that although her A-cups still gave him pleasure, his eyes always went to the biggest tits around. Her dark hair was long and naturally wavy, falling nicely over her shoulders. Her hips may have had a few extra pounds, but she had that 'built for comfort' look. As it turned out, the dark haired beauty was the mother of the other two boys. Just then a short stocky guy trotted up next to her, clearly her husband. It was Pete's turn, "Bet you'd really have to spread wide for him. And from the look in your eyes, you would!" he teased. "Yeah sure. You'd turn me over to the devil to get to those tits,” laughed Karen. Pete was right about Karen finding something about him sexually attractive. His thick body, olive skin, black wavy hair and just the way he moved gave off a powerful presents. “Let’s go get acquainted,” Pete suggested. Joe and Rose …
Stop Sign by loyalsock
Mike knew the instant he did it he was in trouble! “Dammit,” he cursed out loud, “stupidstop sign!” The spinning blue light on the police squad car told him instantly that he had just committed his third moving violation in the past twelve months! “Christ alive,” he thought, “I’m gonna lose my fucking license again!!!!” He waited until the officer was next to his door before rolling down his window. Trying the “I don’t have a clue approach”, he offered, “Something wrong, officer?” The female police woman ignoring his obvious con job, said, “Sir, you just ran that stop sign and you didn’t even make an attempt to stop!” “Well,” he ventured, “I am late for work and I just didn’t see the sign, I’m real sorry!” “I’m sure you are,” she intoned, “but we’ll have to write you up a ticket anyway, maybe next time you’ll pay a little more attention.” Now feeling desperate, Mike decided to plead with her, hoping that by throwing himself at her mercy she might let him go with a warning. By this time her partner had joined her and was wondering what was taking so long. The first officer answered, “Mike here says that he has had two other violations over the past year and will lose his license if he gets another mover.” Her partner just shrugged and said, “No skin off our nose, give him the ticket!!” “Damn her,” thought Mike, he figured he had convinced the first one to give him a pass until this new bitch screwed up the works! Please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything, just don’t give me a …
Making the Grade
Chapter 1 The End of Another Year My name is Anna White. The only things you need to know about me is I'm 32 years old and have been teaching for the last 9 of those. I am fairly conservative…in public (more on that later). And yes, I am a nympho maniac. That being said, of course I've never been married. Aw well. I guess being an English teacher at an all-boys junior high school wasn't the best choice for someone in my position. I would be lying if I said that IT hadn't rum across my mind. Because it has, many times, everyday actually. Oh the possibilities. But I've kept my nerve about me, for the most part. At first, when I was younger, I was too disgusted with myself to even look any of them in the eye knowing I was going home and touching myself to the thought of them. But eventually I relaxed and decided to stop being so hard on myself. Sometimes I'd even find myself outright flirting with a couple of them. But I never crossed that line…until recently. And boy did I. There was one boy in particular. He was quiet and shy although very smart. I developed a fondness for him from the first day he stepped foot in my class 3 years ago. I have been watching him and I've caught him watching me. So I’d done what any responsible woman would do in my position. I'd spread my legs and start rubbing myself when I knew he was watching. Not much. Very discretely. I was hoping to drive him wild every day. Hopefully one day something might happen. But he never made his move. I knew …
Hoosier Taboo?? Pt. 5
———–PART FIVE—————————– Laura and I went into the kitchen that led outside to the back entrance of their two car garage, where one of the monitors were at. So she cued up the hidden surveillance she had connected to the main bathronn. And sure enough, my aunt and Jacob were totally nude. Although we both can't see Jacob completly, it was clear that they were both at it. Aunt Deena was riding Jacob in a reverse cowgirl position. At first, Laura was shocked and stunned. But then again, what does it say about what we've just got done doing?. And so Laura got a couple of bar stools she had right there in the garage and observed the action. "Well", I said, "what do you think? Does my aunt want Jacob to breed her?" "I don't know", Laura said, "maybe she wants to be happy and possibly die a happy man.. As we're both watch aunt Deena riding up and down, we couldn't help but wonder. So Laura asks, "I wonder of you're aunt is fertile or is she on the pill." "Well", I said, " she's a lot younger than my mom. But as far as her being on the pill isn't any of my business." But what Laura doesn't already know is that I already banged my aunt a couple of times. But my greater concern is Jacob knocking her up. Not about possibly letting me off a huge hook, but there was an even, greater concern. So I asked, "Let's say my aunt is fertile and Jacob gets her pregnant, is he on any sort of medication that could contaminate his sperm?" "Oh, I see", Laura said. "You're …
Paying The Rent
'Mr. Peterson! We know you're in there! Open up!' They are both banging the door now. Quite a commotion they’re causing. 'Open up or we'll call the cops and have you thrown out. That's three months of rent you're owing.' Damn. They must have seen me as I sneaked in. I have no option but to unbolt the door and open it shyly. Embarrassment turns quickly into surprise when I am pushed backwards violently by the door as the two women rush into the apartment like fire-breathing dragons. ‘What the hell is wrong with you? Are you avoiding us?’ The Johnson sisters are an odd pair. Carol, the elder of the two, is boisterous and bossy. She would have a pleasant face, were it not for the stern glasses and the way she tightens her lips in ill-concealed contempt. Her hair is curly and painted red. She holds her body with stature and pride, even if the years have visibly taken a toll on the firmness of her flesh. Pictures in her apartment show her as a raving tight-assed beauty in the seventies, but now her body has spread in all directions. She doesn’t seem to care, though, or maybe she thinks she is still sexy. She is wearing a sleeveless white blouse and purple tights. ‘I told you he was a bum. I knew it the minute he came in inquiring about the apartment. A writer! Pooh. Writers are bad news. Always telling you they’ll pay you tomorrow, they’re just waiting for their latest article to get published or maybe they’re just about to finish the great American novel. But you had to have …
My Best Friends b*****r
I was staying with my best friend while visiting from out of state. We had been friends since grade school. She was closer to me than my own b*****r. It was a hot summer day and we were just sitting around the house enjoying each others company and catching up on each others lives when in walks her older b*****r. He lives next door with his girlfriend of the week. Ever since high school, I had a major crush on him. So when he walked in, our eyes immediately met. I smiled at him, and he just stared intently at me, not letting me drop my glance. Immediately, my stomach started to knot and my pussy starts to get wet at the thought of his cock. When he finally lets me drop my gaze, my eyes automatically trail down to his crotch. Because I know that underneath his jeans there is no underwear to conceal his cock. No matter how many times I see him, he always turns me on. Maybe it's his long brownish black hair, or his sexy eyes, or his luscious lips. He just has that sexiness about him that makes me want to cum in my panties. I quickly excuse myself to go to the bathroom, so I can pull myself together. As I am splashing my face with water, I hear a knock at the door. I open it up, knowing who was on the other side. "I need to talk to you." he says as he walks to his s****rs bedroom. I knew what was coming next. I walk into the room behind him and I sit on the edge of the bed. He stands in front of me, and slowly runs his hand through my long red hair. As he does this I think to …
Jason and his sister Abby part II
After my sister Abby gave me the blow job of my life, I went to my room, wondering how my little sister got so good at sex. She wouldn’t tell me no matter how much I pressed so decided to give up – for now. The next morning before school, I heard my sister taking her shower. I always waited for her to finish but now I figured ‘what the fuck – we don’t have many secrets now’. But to be fair, she has seen me totally naked; in fact, she had my cock in her sweet mouth and I haven’t seen her naked – only topless. So I opened the bathroom door and saw the figure of my sister through the fogged out glass shower door. I dropped my briefs and was now as naked as my sister and opened the glass door. Startled, she shrieked, “don’t you knock?” Even somewhat angry, my little sister was beautiful. The water cascaded over her silken smooth body, dripping off her tits in a stream. To my delight, she was completely hairless from the neck down and her fair skin glistened in the wetness. I was already half hard to begin with, and the sight of her just made my cock grow and grow. “Can I join you?” I asked. She didn’t say a word but grabbed my cock and pulled me into the shower. Abby didn’t let go of my hardening cock and she started stroking it up and down. I started to lean over to kiss her and she said, “We’ll be late for school. Let’s get this over with,” as she kneeled down and put my fully erect cock in her mouth. When she was in a hurry, she was in a hurry! Abby knew exactly what to do …
Foster Family Chapter 5
Next chapter. Please enjoy. Comments and feedback greatly appreciated _____________________________________________________________________________________________ I do not endorse or condone underage sex or teen pregnancy. This is a story meant for adults if it is illegal. please leave _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Characters as they are now: Sean – 15 – Discovered masturbation, taught it to Kyle. Discovered he was gay when he discovered masturbation. Kissed twin brother Kyle in his grievance over adopted mother Mara dying Kyle – 15 – Sean's twin brother. Was worried about being moved to a new family after adopted mother, Mara died. Kissed Sean as a result of Sean kissing him. Alec – 30 – Adopted father to the twins Sean and Kyle. Lusting after the twins but biding his time to have them. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 5 The next morning, Sean woke with a start. He’d been having a nightmare, as he had a few nights previously, about being put back into the fostering system and being separated from Kyle. He was breathing heavily for a few moments before he realised that Kyle’s arm was draped over him. He rolled onto his side, facing Kyle and studied his face for a while. He lay there a while gazing at his brother’s face lost in his own thoughts, he was thinking about all the times that Kyle had been there for him, picked him up when he was down, …
A Good Servant Chapter Three
“Really, Xavier, I don’t understand,” Lucas commented, looking somewhat vexed with his friend’s determination. “You usually get bored rather fast with them. Please at least promise me he can be mine once you are done with him.” They were talking over dinner, while Cory was tending the table quietly, trying hard to ignore the butterflies in his stomach upon hearing the masters’ conversation. “I believe that it would be no issue for a repeat performance, if you come visit us,” Xavier sipped wine from his glass, frowning. “What I do not understand,” he emphasized the ‘I’, “is why you are so keen on acquiring him.” “I always speak my mind,” Lucas answered. “We’re not so different, you and I. We both take what we like when we like. Of course, in this case, I could never insist more than it is socially accepted. If this is your final word, I will respect it,” he added sternly, while cutting the steak on his plate with measured gestures. Cory was observing in silence. Lord Xavier was graceful to the tip of his fingers, even as he ate, while it looked like Lucas was paying too much attention to his table manners. If he didn’t know better, he would have suspected the guest to have struggled to climb the social ladder to reach his current position, as opposed to Xavier who looked blue blooded and born to rule. “I do not usually tell you ‘no’, you know it,” Xavier’s voice grew softer. “Only on not so little things,” Lucas commented, looking somewhat disappointed. “You see, I have taken …
He Kissed Her
he entered. lightly, sensually, erotically, he touched his lips to hers. he paused – he waited, he kissed her. their senses full, and mentally engaged, both in the moment. but simultaneously not. he kissed her. pulling her closer, or was she leaning in? the embrace of a daydream, the melding of two began, he kissed her. her lips parted, as if to invite more, while he moved, to a seductive taste. he kissed her. it was a moment, it was forever, he departed, but before he left, he kissed her.
Dr. Evans and his wife Olivia
For the past few months I've been going to see a chiropractor named Dr. Evans. Dr. Evans is a 57-year-old rich white doctor that lives in Anaheim Hills with his wife Olivia. The therapy I get is for a groin injury I suffered playing in my sunday baseball league so I have to expose myself to him twice a week, every week. I've gotten to know the doc pretty well and he's shared a lot of things with me about his life. He has three daughters from his first marriage who are all grown with k**s of their own. He divorced his first wife more than a decade ago for having multiple affairs behind his back. In 2007 doc married for the second time to a woman 17 years his junior named Olivia. He met her at the gym a year earlier but didn't think much about her. One day in early 2007 she arrived at his office with a referral for treatment due to an injury she suffered in a car accident. Six months later they were married and off to their honeymoon in Jamaica. She told him that she was a single mother of a teenage boy at the time. She went to UC Irvine and earned a degree in business and runs her own tanning salon in Huntington Beach. A few weeks ago he started telling me how he's given her everything she's asked for including Fake Tits to match her big heart shaped ass and botox shots to her face. Over the past two weeks he'd been making remarks about my cock and balls here and there like "I can really use that hammer at home." or "This reminds me I have to hire a new plumber." so one day I …
Cousin Gabe Is A Gamer
After being with Cousin Gabe, he didn’t have to come over again until the following weekend which gave me lots of time to think about what I did with him at the creek. How he seemed to enjoy what I did for him, playing with his thick cock in my hands, the head of his stiff cock fit so well in my mouth. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get the memory of the way this new thing smelled to me, cum. I woke up on a Friday after a late night of video games & soda to a quiet house. It was going to be another hot afternoon, so nothing else to do but make a bowl of cereal & get ready for more video games! Just as the game was starting up, there was a knock at the door & I hear Gabe’s voice telling me to open up. Once I open the door he comes in as loud & arrogant as he always was, slapping me on the back of the head while he walks by acting like I didn’t jack or suck on his delicious dick. “What’s up bitch! What are you playing, a fighting game?” “Yeah, I’m trying to finish the campaign.” He stood there for a few seconds & then rolled his eyes, as to let me how much of a geek I was, which wasn’t wrong. Most of the k**s in the neighborhood were older than me, so I didn’t really have any friends close by. “I’ll play you.” Gabe snapped. A couple of rounds in to the game I realize how much Gabe sucked at games. I had already beaten him 4 or 5 times. He looked like he was getting pissed. “Does your mom have anything to drink? We’ll play a drink for every time 1 of us loses the round. …
Luck Is A Lady
I didn’t see it coming. I had no idea. I was completely taken in. And it ended so unexpectedly. But I must start at the beginning. The memories are vivid. Kate was a professional student. At 28 years old, she had a degree in gender studies, a Master’s degree in Social Work, was a certified medical technician, and now, for her latest act, had become a licensed massage therapist. Tall, buxom, extroverted, social and communicative, she was intelligent and mature. She lived in her parent’s large house on a leafy, quiet suburban street. She had considerable family money and possessed the self-confidence and poise that money brings. She was accustomed to instructing landscapers and housecleaners and home-improvement contractors and having them comply. She could pursue her dreams and whims without the need to earn a living. She had connections. She was a woman of some authority and leisure. Although I lived down the block and across the street, my life was somewhat different. I was still a student. I worked in a supermarket and paid some of my own expenses. I tended to be shy in social settings, was pensive, reserved, and reticent. Having just reached the age of consent, I was still unsure of a career path. We had no servants; we mowed our own lawn and my father performed some of his own home repairs and improvements. My mother and I cleaned our house. I had known Kate, a “big kid” from the block, but our age difference had prevented us from becoming friends. She had gone away …