A young man and his Aunt discover their family ties go deeper than normal when a death in the family sends both into the other’s arms. I’d love to tell you a story about a man who meets a woman, who falls madly in love with said woman and ends up marrying her. They have
Wicked The handsome, white and 19-y/o Georg and his also-white, 20-y/o friend, Sebastian, were enrolled in summer classes at a community college. One Thursday evening in July, they were studying at Sebastian’s apartment when Georg was surfing online and encountered a ‘Net-group, “DisreputableTramps.” He joined it and scrolled through its membership list until he found
I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Karl. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes. Alright, enough about me… let me tell you
Barbara moved her cheeks between the slender, smooth, ever-so-hot thighs. It was a moment she had long anticipated, yet dreaded at the same time. A girl was sprawled on the couch, her legs very wide, the tight crotch band of her panties molding the sweetness of her cunt, her pussy hole outlined. Her dress had
“Come on, Aunt Donna, give me a kiss!” “What?” Donna gasped, trying to push her handsome young nephew away. “What are you guys even doing here?” Donna tried to back away from the boy and bumped into his older brother almost immediately. Mark was the oldest of her sister’s three sons. He leered at Donna
Pamela Harper lay alone in her bed with the awareness, the growing concern and concomitant anxiety, that her life was basically empty. No matter how hard she tried to structure it, to give it a unifying sense of order or purpose, she sensed that without someone next to her to share her dreams, her goals
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 O’Neils, the O’Connors, the O’Briens, the O’Lachlans, and the M’Murroughs; a title of The Five Nations would
He stepped back. “We’ll see… your first punishment will end only when you agree to kiss the whip… when you beg me for the chance to kiss it!” He came up close to me. “You see? Had you agreed just now, I would have suspended the punishment, for the want of a single kiss!” I
Wendy unlocked the door of her suburban house, stepped inside and stopped, stunned. From the back of the house came the unmistakable sound of someone being spanked. That didn’t make sense. Since she lived alone with her eighteen year-old son Andrew, and had done so since the divorce more than a year before, there couldn’t
Caroline Murphy had many fantasies of what being a lawyer’s wife was going to be like. She had visions of living in a beautiful home in the suburbs, of wearing beautiful clothes, and of constantly going to parties. She found out different. Being a young lawyer’s wife meant struggling along with little luxury. Her beautiful
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rich velvet of the couch. Her hands came sensuously up her body, cupping her tits lusciously. The brunette sighed as she pushed her voluptuous breasts forward and ran her thumbs across each nipple. “Mmmmm,” she panted, licking her wide, inviting lips. “Oooooooh!” Charlene was proud of
Alicia Gray threw her horn-rimmed glasses on the table and shrugged out of the modest, one piece gray dress she was wearing. She stood in front of the mirror and took the pins out of her long, red hair which was tightly pulled into a bun on top of her head, and let it fail
I am using `Coercive’ in the title as a noun which apparently makes no sense, but it works for me. Story is set around 1875, with some literary license. A midget from an isolated village, where she’d suffered relentless teasing, is hired as a servant. She is coerced into lesbian sex by a loving black
In the heart of New Orleans, during the vibrant springtime, the French Quarter was alive with the rhythm of jazz and the scent of jambalaya. Among the bustling crowds, a vivacious woman named Isabella caught the eye of a charming man named Henri. Isabella was a voluptuous beauty, her curvy figure accentuated by her tight,
Fuller glanced in his rearview mirror again to check on the expensive Jaguar weaving through the waves of downtown traffic like a shark. He pulled his battered blue Chevy to the curb around the corner from Mazzio’s Deli, and watched as the black Jaguar slid to a stop behind him. Fuller walked to the rear