Erotica - Page 27



[To my faithful readers - I have decided that the time has come to wrap up this series. My long breaks have mostly been because of my struggles with ideas, and the pressure to continue the story. I need to finish things in the only way I know how
I'm leaving the gym and I get a call on my cell phone. It's Mary on the other end and she asks if I could come over this evening and highlight her hair and hang out. Secure in my manhood and sexuality I agreed to it
This all started last summer, the weather was really bad for the time of year and to alleviate the boredom of yet another wet day during the school holiday my 8 month pregnant wife, two sons and myself went down to the local pool



The Games The Games are a yearly event where five randomly selected eighteen-year-olds are required to compete for survival. The theme varies from year to year, but the conclusion of the Games forever constant



I sit on his stomach, looking down into his big hazel eyes that have more flecks of green than gold in them. So handsome, I think. So lucky to have him all to myself. His hands rest on my bare, hairless thighs (I shave) just below my green athletic shorts



Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 3 - Graduation The School year was coming to a close, and everyone was getting excited about the upcoming summer vacation. As for John, Kelsy and thier friends, they were looking forward to graduation



Finding Master Part One We met online, as so many people do these days. It was an adult social site, and it was where I defined my online persona and let myself cut loose finally from hiding my sexual preferences
Some secrets were best left hidden. That was all Anya Stolnyheva could think just now. The attractive brunette of 18 or 19 years of age now stood outside the door to a luxurious suite of over 4,000 square feet - Fernando Espa's penthouse



I'm packed and ready to go. I woke up today at 7AM. I had to head out to the airport at 3PM. I ate breakfast then worked out in the mini gym my dad set up in the garage. As I'm finishing up my last minute check list of what I need to take to Cancun, my phone vibrates



Chapter Two Waking up covered in the sticky reminder of last night was amazing to Lindsey. Her father was still holding her in his arms, their naked bodies cuddled close. His cock rested against her buttocks, now limp and soft as he slept
I would appreciate comments from every one who reads this story. It was my father's wedding. My father and I had a good bonding, not very close but we were there for each other when it was necessary. He is 46 and loves to work, I am 24,and I remain busy in my work



I hate interviews
Jack and Jill climbed the mountain together True story I’m not an author of any substance, however I wanted to capture some events and fantasies that I’ve had. Im hoping that Jill (The subject of this story) will read this My name is Jack



MILF - Ch3 Her body was still coming down from the intense fucking she had just received. It was cooler in the club than it was outside, and although her nipples were standing out hard and proud the rest of her naked body was still warm and lightly shone with sweat



Ugh, another day at work… “I’m so sick of working at this stupid old tractor store” I thought to myself as I vaulted out of bed. I was going to be late, but what do I care? My dad is the boss, and I can get away with anything I want. I love that thought