Erotica - Page 31
It all started when I was around 15 years old, I met Adam on the first day of high school, and we have become friends, we would play games all night long, go to the cinema to watch the newest marvel films, or binge-watch tv shows, so we were just like everyone around that age
Ex-Daughter Grown Up, Part 3, Taking Care More (Introduction: if you have read parts 1 and 2, you will know the people involved: a husband back working in the country he loves and where his grown-up 17y.o



“Tell me more, what I can have for my birthday,” I tease as his body tenses. “Perhaps we can combine the two?” “Anything you wish baby, anything, your blow jobs are so good, so fucking good
I joined Waterman's at the turn of the year craving managerial advancement, a pay hike - naturally - and fresh pussy



All 166pgs of Book 1. I've got early chapters posted here but they were posted in rough draft and this is the final draft expect changes and manyxmany corrections



I was only seven when my mother and father split up, looking back on it I can honestly say my father was no good for anything! He drank all day and didn't have a job, and on top of that he beat my mum every now and then, not often … but enough
Milestone- The next day. Whether it was the wine, the stress of travel, the extracurricular activities, or all of them together I must have blanked out completely. Woke up in the early pre-dawn hours my head spinning in confusion as if trying to come out of trance



Hi guys, my name is Abhishek. I am 23 years old. the story that I am going to tell you today is about my Bhabhi Poonam and how I managed to sleep with her. Let me tell you about myself, I am a 6 ft guy with an average body



"Hey Ried I need you to take a look at this for me". If I had a coin for everytime I heard this I wouldnt need this job I thought. "Sure Duke but your gonna have to let me finish this last phone call" Being a trial attorney certainly has its ups and downs



~Chapter 13~ The next morning, I walked into my new home to find my cell phone still on the charger. The mailbox was full and I had thirty-two text messages, all from Courtney. “CALL ME NOW KELLY!” he yelled on the first voicemail. I deleted all the messages



Mother Gets It All Three Ways TUESDAY: A - WELCOME TO THE ECSTACY MOTEL, “ROOMS RENTED BY THE HOUR”: Cindy was lying on her back on the floorboard of her van, right behind the bucket seats, with her son Larry’s cock in her mouth, and his large scrotum lying on her forehead



Note: I am not the Author of this story. I recently read this much of the story on this website (XNXX) with less grammar etc. I searched the web for the rest of the story and will be uploading them part by part at some point during this week



Walking along the road on a cold winter night in Wisconsin, cars passed by honking their horns. Shivering cold, I didn’t know how much longer I could go. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t really have a place to go. I just knew I couldn’t stay there any longer



50 Shades of Beech Mountain Chap 18 The twins woke me with smells of hot coffee and something cooking in my kitchen. I woke with my usual morning wood and used the bathroom to take care of that and grab a quick shower



The following is not a story I'm necessarily proud of. It isn't a very long story either, for the actual event lasted for a very short time indeed. It is awkward, it is little flattering, and, perhaps, it is even a bit wrong