As she looked in the mirror admiring her picturesque body, Jenny pulled her black thong between her legs and up to her cleanly shaven crotch. She turned around to take a quick peek at her tight ass before putting on her 34C bra. “Damn,” the brown-haired beauty said as she snapped on her bra, “I look fuckin hot!” Just then she was startled by a voice at her doorway. “Need a little help with that, big tits?” said Mike. Jenny frowned. “Get the fuck out of here, my boyfriend’s on his way,” snapped back Jenny. “Haha, oh that’s right, your… ahem… ‘boyfriend’,” replied Mike arrogantly. He turned around and casually…

This is the first of a series of stories about the ‘Wanderings’ of Lee Stephenson. Newly divorced, he has quit his job and is travelling around his home Province, looking for a new life. You never know who you’ll meet when you’re on the road. Chapter 01: Constance I can remember exactly when I knew my marriage to Jocelyn was over. It was the night of our Tenth Wedding Anniversary. I had come home early, brought flowers and a nice, silver pendant that I knew she would wear. We kissed perfunctorily at the kitchen door and I went upstairs to shower and change before I took her out to her…

In the time of Henry Tudor, the infamous King who married six times, his countenance enthused many of his ladies in Chelsea Palace to take full advantage of the climate. It was well known Henry also had many sexual encounters and several mistresses but anyone who dared to say a word about it was liable for the big chop But at a time when the male issue was scarce, away fighting for the country, the women were pressed to excel their carnal desires, It was fine with those who referred their own sex to ease their sexual needs but for those whose desires were bent on the male agenda there…

*Oghma here. I do apologize that this one took so long, but I think you all understand why my schedule would be thrown out of whack. But here we are, Chapter 5. I’ll do my best to try and get these out more regularly under the circumstances. I don’t usually do this, but I have to warn you all that this story has gotten even darker. Maybe it’s my mood, but this just felt like the best way to progress it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I’ll see you next time. * **Disclaimer: Excessive sizes, unrealistic anatomy, and some dark subject matter ahead. All persons depicted within are…

A grin tugs at my lips as I walk into the private pool room and you lock the door behind me. Finding a small table off to the side with drinks, a bucket of ice and my favorite fruit and dips, my pulse picks up slightly. Grabbing a pool cue off the wall I chalk it up, looking at you with a competitive look in my eye. You rack up the balls and I gesture for you to break. I hear the crack of the white ball hitting the others and a striped ball goes down. You hike an eyebrow at me. “You pick.” I kick off one of my…

Kara Atkinson wasn’t sure if her vision was blurry from tears or the rain on the windshield. She flipped the windshield wipers on and found her sight still watery. She brushed her hand across her eyes and sniffed loudly. Better, she thought to herself. Damn that Troy. How could he do this to her? Kara and her long term boyfriend were at a wedding just a couple of hours earlier. Everything had been a blast up until the point she looked around and couldn’t find Troy. She threaded through the crowd looking for the ridiculous purple bow tie he’d insisted on wearing. After a little while she gave up thinking…

Last night of the show, final pack down, flowers and champagne on stage, everyone emotionally shattered. It was a great run and playing to a packed house each night was amazing. Tiring, but amazing. The girls had been fantastic and we couldn’t have picked a better, more cohesive, enthusiastic and social group, especially considering our ages. Jeff was 42 and I took the role of elder statesman at 46. We’d known each other for years and spent a lot of time acting in each other’s plays. Slowly and surely they’d received more critical acclaim and the desire to be part of our productions, especially the collaborations, had grown and grown.…

Codes: MF, oral, first, violence, interracial. Author’s Notes:I hope you enjoy my first attempt branching out from the fan-fiction genre. As with all my stories, opinions expressed by the themes herein are mine. You are free to agree or not at your discretion. Any characters based on real people are used fictitiously herein. I welcome all feedback. Please do not publish my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you. *** Snakes in Taipei. Taipei, Taiwan. March 1997. “Gentlemen, welcome to Snake Alley!” The New England preppie strode before his five charges like a drill sergeant, green eyes gazing with intensity and hand gestures accompanying his words. He was a few…

By now if you’ve read any of my stories you know that I’m a slut. I need cocks to suck, and to fuck. I guess you could say I’m a nymphomaniac. I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been laid in my life. I really don’t know. I guess you could say that I’m like a sports car…I need constant attention and need to be ‘driven hard’ in order to have me reach peak performance. My husband Ed travels for his job so he’s out of town every other week so that leaves my horny sex craved cunt to look for satisfaction. Ed and I have an understanding.…

It was almost five o’clock and I was trying to get all my paperwork done so I could leave on time. I am an account manager at a smallish marketing and PR company. We have the office divided up into teams but lately I have been overseeing another team in addition to my own since one of the other managers left unexpectedly. I had just recently gotten out of a long-term relationship but wasn’t really one the hunt yet. Jill, one of the junior members of the new account team walked over to show me some copy she had been working on. Jill was a recent hire from down south,…