Fiction - Page 1577

Mistaken identity when drunk. I can say it was a fantastic weekend. I actually thought I was in for a pretty crappy weekend. Let's start with a little about myself. I live at home with my mom and older sister. Dad left just before we turned teens but still is part of our lives

andandAshley had just turned 19 and thankfully this was her last day of school. She was starting a new job on Monday and would be leaving for college in the fall. Despite being 19 years old, unfortunately she looked like she was no more than 14

Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable shape. “Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff?” she questioned herself. Tonight had been her first sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored next to her

UNEXPECTED VISITOR PART NINE Our last day on the job here was much the same as yesterday, an early start and as we really wanted to finish today, we just had to knuckle down and get it done

I’m Nish aged 28, from Bangalore India. I’m a software engineer by profession and working in an MNC and also an experienced masseur (providing massage) for females and couples. I have travelled to major cities in India to give massage to my clients

I opened my eyes, it was dark, too early to be awake but the dream had been so real I damn near came all over the bed. I turned my head to look at my wife Anita but she was soundly out, it wasn’t her that caused the hot dream

WARNING: THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE ANY SEX AND HAS SOMEONE GRUESOMELY DIE With that out of the way enjoy: --- Peter has always had a fantasy of seeing women and girls on fire, only when he went through puberty did it become a full-blown sexual fantasy

In the fire light she danced as the flame, spinning countlessly into the cold brisk night air. Damien gazed upon her bronze skin and watched her long dark hair flow behind her

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It's the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates

All fictional characters participating in sexual activity are of or above the age of consent. You know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up

Katie walked down the dark streets of the rows and rows of townhouses, smiling to herself as she did. The wind blew gently in the night, lightly playing with her long blond hair

Janet looked outside her bedroom window at the dark winter sky. She had been sleeping in Erica's bedroom now for months, and fortunately Tiffany had not made an issue of it. But it still felt strange sleeping in Erica's bed, wearing her clothes, and living her life

Khristi knelt on the deep carpet while he stood before her. She looked up at him, accepting of what was going to happen. She smiled. He, unlike her, was clothed: black jeans and a polo shirt

That night, after fucking Kayla and Shelly, and finding out my wife was getting ganged by black guys behind my back, I lay in bed just thinking. Mostly my thoughts were of my wife, and wondering if I could trust Sophie

Hazel carried her daughter out of the den, barely paying mind to her husband with young Elsie on his lap. She was through watching the silly movie they had chosen and now only wanted to bond with her child

My Sister Veronica Veronica and I have had our good and bad times as brother and sister. Veronica is a year and a half older than I am. I just turned seventeen years old a couple of weeks ago. For my sixteenth birthday present my sister Veronica took my virginity

The next day I was back at school. It was strange being back in that environment with all of my peers, having had so many sexual experiences crammed into such a short amount of time

Chapter 4 I transported us all back to the ship. We had had the most intense experience with the T-Rex and I was keen to talk about all the possibilities that were open to us now. It was funny, I was already thinking of us as a group, rather than 4 individuals

“What is happening little bro”, Susan asked? “Nothing much”, I answered. I was hoping she wasn’t going to ask me too many questions. My mind was reeling back to what had happened not an hour ago

ly sexually satiated for awhile, settled back into the quintessential Florida lifestyle – late, leisurely breakfasts on the lanai, afternoon cycling along beautiful trails, especially those from Port Charlotte, through Venice nearly to Sarasota, or kayaking the broad local canals, creeks and rivers