Fantasm - Page 102

Note: Thank you readers for your patience. My job that pays requires too many hours. This does not leave me enough time for this, but here it is finally and I am working on the next day

Well this is my first story and my fantasy, so hope you lie it there are more cuming. FYI male aged 45 I had experimented as a teenager with fingering myself slowly due to boredom and curiosity, and trying to discover sex

Chapter 38 BACK TO SCHOOL In the second month of Claire's pregnancy, Michael told Claire she wouldn't need to come into the office anymore. "You're going back to school," he told her. Claire didn't know what to think about that

Eleven-year-old Cindy opened her eyes and blinked; where was she? This wasn't her room Oh, yes. She smiled as it came back to her. Texas

Sexual unions between mature women and young boys is, and always has been, an intriguing subject. We wondered about it, then asked a varied group of people why this was true, if indeed they subscribed to our thoughts

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content

“I’m tired of men who lie to me,” Cindy was complaining. “It’s all so pointless. Guys don’t have to make up shit up about being in love,” she went on, heatedly. “Just once I wish I could meet a guy who has the guts to say flat out that he wants me to suck his cock. Nothing more

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 30 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Building Supports I wake up, my jaw shivering from the cold of the floor penetrating my bones

Note: Though this is a sequel to “The Wolves of Paris,” it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war.” -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation

“Nine A.M. and I’m already thinking about sex. And on Sunday fucking morning, for fucks sake! Something is bad wrong with me, bad wrong.” Ben thought to himself, as he buttoned his dress shirt for church

Want to stay ahead on the story? Head over to Its always a chapter ahead. ---------- A few hours had passed since I left her downstairs

It was tight. Very tight. She suddenly remembered the house from last year as her tight dress scratched against the soot caked walls of the chimney. Nice house, big living room hot resident

Aleeka had been one of the few girls whose body wracks with orgasms every time I fucked her. At the age of about 24, this would be her fourth child. It amazes me how the matriarchs of the colony know how and what to feed the female babies

I don't know where I am when I wake up but I immediately know that I am not at my friends' house anymore. I am laying in the back of a pick-up truck and my hands and feet are tied to each other behind me

“Hello, is this Mr. and or Mrs. Bailey?” “Yes, this is Mrs. Bailey, who is this?” “This is Dr. Phelps, from the UCSD Medical Center. Your son, Blane, was taken to our emergency room about five minutes ago