Erotica - Page 33



Part 8: A New Beginning ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It’s a long flight all the way to Italy. I try to keep myself busy in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop
My Live-in Maid - Indian widow's new life abroad.- 5 You have read in part 4 Her eyes looked down as Anu bit her lips, waiting for my answer. I laughed and pull her in closer, letting Anu feel the bulge in my pants made by my now hard huge cock
My wife Sidney and I take an annual trip to the beach for an adult get away. You know a long 3 day weekend full of relaxation, sun, fun, a bit of fine wine drinking, and lots and lots of sexual activates with each other. We look forward to it every year and this year was no exception



DISCLAIMER**nigha, this shit is for real. Homie, say whatever you want, but just because you don't like the story, that doesn't mean you gotta hate on it
over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie


I woke up with what felt like a cartoon rat slamming a hammer around in my head. My mind flashed back to the night before and my idiotic friends trying to hook me up with Matthew 'dickhead' Bates



"Please keep your seatbelt on till plane is fully at a complete stop, Por favor, sigan el cinturón de seguridad hasta que el avión está a una parada completa" the women speaking with sexy Latin voice maybe early 20's over the planes intercom



The next day her ass was still pretty sore from getting reamed by Morris' thick cock, and her pussy hadn't fully recovered yet either. She gave her husband the cold shoulder when he tried to kiss her goodbye, but he didn't seem to notice much and left for work as usual
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 20 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Cops, Confrontations, and Coworkers I waste no time in getting to my feet, but my balance is off and I tip over, landing hard on the carpeted floor
She laughed at the very idea of it as he helped her off the table. He took the robe from her and helped her into it and then tied the sash for her. Kissing her once again, he returned to the kitchen and began to serve the meal



Part One: I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what foods are your favorite, what music you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the background the last time we spoke on the phone
By Hana M Brimeck I set the phone down “Ok guys pizza's on its way.” “Yay Pizza!” They holler in unison. “While we're waiting Aimee there's something I wanted to talk to you about
We are chilling on the sofa in front of the TV, cuddling closely as always; but it’s time to go to bed. I’m going first and you are to follow soon. I strip naked and get into bed waiting for you. You come and do the same. Light is dimmed now, but I can still see every inch of you



It was a Tuesday night, and as such it was on my schedule to head to the 24 hour gym where I have a membership. I was 17 years old at the time, and a senior in high school



Daffney shivered in the cold night air, "Why am I here?" she thought, waiting on the door to open to the small cabin. Then suddenly, the crooked door slowly opened, as if a ghost hand turned the knob. Dim light fromthree candles, on a small coffee table