Romance

The story of Ann part 2 Ann was not at all uncomfortable in the back of this vehicle and with the orgasms that had just taken place, along with whoever was currently sucking on her,this again brought her to a trembling climax. She loved it, when her husband twisted and played with her nipples, but what she loved even more was when he played with them and sucked on her pussy, especially her clit. The men who had taken her apparently were very good at pleasuring women. She was laying there unable to move and was so spent from three pleasurable...

I woke up with Lane's massive arm around my waist. Pulling me closer and tighter to his magnificent body. I lazily threw one leg over the side of the bed but was pulled back. Forcefully but gently. He began to relax. Now unconsciously releasing his hold on me. I was just gonna go downstairs and make some coffee. This was true. Most teens were starting to get addicted to cigarettes, but not me. No. Coffee was my drug. That was until I met Lane. I got out of my bed and kissed Lane softly. I threw on some sweat pants out...

I stared at him with confusion spreading across my face before I said, “You are a what? Darren gave me a Cheshire cat smile as he replied, “I am a Lemurian.” I crinkled my eyebrows as I frowned at him. With that grin plastered to his face, I could tell he was loving every minute of my confusion. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and had to ask, “What the hell is that?” That smile of his grew bigger into a 'I have a dirty secret that I want you to guess' smile as he replied, “Oh this is going to...

Earlier that day.... “Hi, I’m Rachel Phillips, I’m calling for Rev. Greene?” “Hold please” The woman answering the phone said calmly. After a minute of waiting, the female operator picked the phone back up, “Rev. Greene will speak to you now.” “Thank you” Rachel said. After about half a minute, Rachel heard and old man cough then began to speak into the phone. “Hello, this is Rev. Greene, from the website” “Hello, Rev. Greene. I’m interested in your organization and I have a few questions that you may wish to answer.” “Well why don’t you read the website, most questions yall...

Fbailey story number 213 Streetwalker My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.” I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards. Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to shop for things that she would never wear normally. At one yard sale...

My apologies for mis-posting the first Chapter 3. I'm gonna have to quit doing that in the wee hours of the morning. To make up for that fuck-up, I'm working on a fourth chapter, which I'll post as soon as I can. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Ranchland - (The real) Chapter 3 It was late in the afternoon when Ben and Amy arrived back at the Ranchland house. Amy had applied more of the anti-itch cream that had given Ben some relief, and combined with many cool baths to reduce the heat in his burned skin, his sunburn turned to become the dry and...

I felt the cold breeze brush across my face and my knees the burning in my calves as I picked up speed running down the side walk. Only about a mile and half away from my house I was just getting into my nightly run, happy that summer was back. I hated winters because I spent more time in a gym, or working out during warmer hours of the day. Only bad things was I sort of felt chagrin for thinking it, nothing bad and fun would ever happen while out late at night running. I lived in Utah for god...

For the themes, I want to put and more. But, I promise, No Male on Male. You fuckers are in luck. I couldn't sleep. I have to go to work in 3 hours, so I hope you're grateful! LoL If you haven't read part 1 and 3 (2 is optional and not recommended for the feint of heart), then you'll likely be lost. This a Brother Sister Taboo story with appropriate over 18 ages. If you like please let me know, and I'll try and write more. Any comments or suggestions for further writing is welcome. Much of what came after...

I haven’t seen you in person in over fifteen years, but I see you in my dreams day and night. I think about the one night we had together, and how I want to make up for it. I was young and inexperienced when we were together that night. I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. I want to erase that from your memory, and make a new one with you, that will have you smiling every time you think of it. I want you. I need you. I truly desire to be with you. I have this...