Consensual Sex - Page 402

Mommy promises to fuck you only three times a day from now Introduction: Josh finally confronts his mom and asks her to have sex with him maybe two or three times a day instead of nine or ten times

I was sat in a bar in the Bellagio casino, Las Vegas, deciding against ordering a $500 bottle of champagne. I was here on vacation with some of my school buddies, but had finally got bored of the falseness of the whole place. I’m 35 years old, and been in IT all of my life

Author’s note: This is a non-linear story. It jumps to and from the past and present. I separated the time jumps with a series of asterisks. I hope that helps some. Editing thanks go to Todger65

“I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.” -Evelyn Waugh, “Vile Bodies” *** "I hate that song." Andrew was talking to himself, but the girl next to him gave him a dirty look anyway

Paradise Valley 2, Homecoming Tall Elk rode warily, with one eye on the sunset, the other on the canyon ahead. They were minutes from home now

We go to the bank, and open an account for Marshall. I transferred the twenty-five thousand dollars into his new account. We then go to lunch and Marshall had a certain restaurant in mind as he had me drive to it. We eat a great lunch. Just before we leave the Judge shows up

PLAYING with DOCTOR As I was getting in my truck, I got a text message from an unfamiliar number. 'How was she? Can't wait to meet you.' was all it said. I sent a text back, 'Who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me?' 'This is Glen. Right?' was the reply

As I pulled up to his house the final notes in my favourite song resounded through the car stereo. I turned the car off and picked up my bag. As i walked to his door i could here the clicking of my stiletto heeled knee high boots on the pavement

AUTHOR'S NOTE: READ THE FIRST INSTALLMENT. TWITTER: @JamesDetorini This work is purely fictional. Any similarities to real events or people may or may not be coincidental. Also, the characters are thirteen. If this somehow offends you, then this story is obviously not for you

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Part 11 He was sat motionless on the hardback chair, bathed in the dim light spreading from the half closed kitchen door

Marshal Stefan Girard waited anxiously in his chambers as rain poured heavily outside. Surely, this thunderstorm that had suddenly come over the palace had to be a bad omen, a warning to the proud Marshal to abandon his plans

Jason got home at seven, after working late. He had called Donna, his wife, and told her, so she had left his supper in the oven on warm so she could go to the card club meeting with her friend Joan

Fbailey story number 479 Her Mother Caught Us Robin and I had been dating for about three months, we were both high school freshmen, and we were both virgins too. Robin was fifteen years old and I was already sixteen

After plenty for requests to publish the story of my landlord,here I'm finally relating my experience.I'm an Indian girl,so Please forgive my English To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task

--It all started when I was 12. I remember it like it just happened, how could I ever forget? My parents were going out of town for a few days, moving trucks. My older brother was staying with my aunt, and I insisted I was old enough to take care of myself