Fiction - Page 979


KVK’s back, my friends! My sincerest apologies for taking so long
Opening the door on the ground in Sri Lanka released a flood of humid air into the cool comfort of the my high tech jet aircraft. Well before landing, the plane resumed it’s normal shape, appearing to be an expensive business class jet
Fbailey story number 637 My Mother The BDSM Model As he left he said, “Your mother could use your help up in her bedroom.” I had seen him come in with a big duffel bag and it was quite a bit smaller as he left


Soft Breath My hand quietly rapped on the wooden door as I entered her bedroom. I could see her little body curled into the giant teddy bear her dad got her for christmas. Her chest, covered in the thin cotton material from her nightgown, gently rose with every breath



Escape for Passion Part 3 Chapter 3A After her shower, as she was standing, nude, at the kitchen sink, Judy heard Sid fumbling around in the exercise room. Sid was always messing around with something around the house or out in the garage/workroom
As a child, I wanted only two things--to please, and to be held and cuddled. Which was hard, coming from an abusive home. My father would beat my mother and me for any infraction, real or imagined, at the drop of a hat



Here it is, Part 2. If you want more, just keep letting me know. :) Part 2: The change begins. After I had come back into consciousness, light was already seeping into the room It was already morning
I have a very strong memory of my first proper wet dream. I’m not sure whether all men remember their first wet dream, but I certainly do. It was significant at the time and it became even more significant as time went on



Every day for the past month, sixteen-year old college student Ashlee Meadows had lain soaking up the sun's rays in the next door garden, turning gradually from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze



Ciarra was a Beautiful young woman. She was 18, 5 foot 2 and about 125 pounds. She had long dirty blonde hair, bluish green eyes. She had a small curvy frame with C cups breasts
Mom makes a deal part 2 The next morning I woke up drowsey thinking back to the previous night thinking it was all just a dream. The thoughts were so vivid though, which made me wonder if it actually happened
As my wife and I sat on the couch continuing to wrap the last of the gifts, I was feeling my member rise up slightly. It’s been at least a month since we had sex. Life has been busy for us. Now finally on Christmas Eve, wrapping gifts, I looked at her with lust in my eyes



This is the story of how my girlfriend's sister caught us having sex. It was the beginning of winter break, and my girlfriend's, Carrie's, pa rents were out. Her parents weren't out a lot. Most of the time at least one of them was home


My Disastrous Night 3 - Grandma When Jim left his two boys in his mother's care, she decided to take really good care of them. Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age
They waited until their Father was passed out on the couch and then each proceeded to pack a dufflebag full of stuff. Clothes, toothbrushes, other personal stuff, and anything with a lot of sentimental value