Erotica - Page 86



--There is some truth in every lie. Part II- Cindy Continued Dave managed to stay away from Cindy for about a week. He didn’t talk to her, and she didn’t talk to him. No text messages or emails, and definitely no phone calls. There was literal silence between the two



It had been about a year since Katie, Jax, and I had seen each other. Katie and I were now 19, and Jax was 18. I was surprised at how quickly we'd gotten over it. It was actually becoming hard for me to remember just what they looked like. I was glad, too



My name is Kareena Khan. since started working as telephone operator for a low salary of rs.5000 because of the compassion of my husband’s boss. He made me the raandi of his office. I have to satisfy his clients. I also satisfy his friends. My husband is blind



Having been in the funeral business for almost 30 years; I had prepared quite a few good looking women for burial. But few of them could compare to the exquisitely lovely young woman that lay on the prep table before me



As I heard everything they said, I decided that I could play their game too. I just had to keep it from going too far. I put on some looser fitting pajama type boxers with the normal slit in the front and baggy legs to where I could hang out if I wanted
I woke up the next morning feeling a little less than myself, I shouldn't have had Pre-Phone sex with him, I should be playing hard to get. He doesn't deserve that part of me.. At least not now. I got up to go make breakfast, my mom still wasn't home.



Wonderful things can happen to boys in puberty and this is one that happened to me! This is what really happened, most men through out there life meet a number of women that really impress them. That has certainly been my case, and of course I married one of them
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 42 ME AND MY PREGNANCY I was having regular sex with my husband till I completed seventh month of my pregnancy. All we were doing was with consultation of my lady gynecologist. Yes! We have reduced frequency of fucking a bit



WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
Ali is my sister in law and at 37, 5 feet 6 tall, size 12 with strikingly natural black bobbed hair, she is a very normal, shy mum of three. Our two families have grown up together like a lot of families, spending Christmases and other holidays at each other's homes



Prologue “Are you fucking kidding me?” was my reaction when my mother informed me that every single one of my female relatives had gotten together and offered me a five-day cruise for my eighteenth birthday. The only downside was that they were coming along for the trip



= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 30 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Building Supports I wake up, my jaw shivering from the cold of the floor penetrating my bones
The Academic and the Nymphomaniac Chapter Two. This is my first erotic story so be gentile with me I am a virgin, (Yeah in my left ear.) but seriously folks I really need your input and comments. The first chapter was set up but I promise the pace will pick up



For covers of my stories, see -- CHAPTER FOUR: TRAP SET AND SPRUNG “What’s going on in there?” I stopped at Marjorie’s office to say good morning when I saw Jake and Mark together with Mr. Franklin in his office



Author’s note: I tried more experimenting with this one. There are a few scenes where events with aunts and nephews, moms and sons, are happening simultaneously. In my head, they play as a movie, switching back and forth fluidly. I experimented with writing that