Romance - Page 255

I thought I was dreaming. I thought I had died and an Angel had come to fetch me to heaven. My cock was alive, rearing, throbbing as soft lips enfolded it and soft tongue flicked this way and that up my shaft and saliva dripped onto my balls. My heart pounded, painfully so

It all started one hot, summer day in a dull looking two story house in urban Minneapolis, Minnesota

Author's note: This is a resubmission of a love story between two best friends that happen to be parent and child. I've changed small pieces of the story. There are other non-incest themes in this story

You can say I'm just a casual teen ager smart nerdy and no one likes me because I'm gothic and they think I'm a creep. But in reality I'm a nice gothic girl. Not a lot of friends but I don't care I do my work like I'm sapost to eat sleep and do it all over

lizabeth to Beth-Chapter 4 Beagle9690 April 2014 “Am I your captive? Are you going to have your way with me?” I asked tugging against the handcuffs “I thought we had a date for ice cream?” Richard’s hands were around my waist as he gently pulled me to him to nuzzle his face against mine

Author’s note: I’m sorry for the delay but chapter 4 is finally ready. For those who complain about how long it takes me to write a chapter: stop complaining. I write as a hobby and I am NOT paid to do it so I can take all the time I want to write a new chapter

Intro: A son has a thing for little people porn and it just so happens that his mother is a little person. This is a set up for something amazing, sorry if its too long Chapter 1: Birds began to squawk, waking Jericho up

(Based on w1dmg’s “Adam” series, with permission from the author.) *************************************************** "Well I'm not doing any better," I told Megan. "Ich sprecha Deutsch, NOT." Megan and I had just started our Sophomore year of college

Okay, I’ve had some comments saying that they though I changed Josh and he’s way too cocky. Let me clear all those issues up. That’s Josh’s character. He’s cocky and you’ll just have to get to know the characters

This is the final chapter of the sage of Chris and Christie. Many thanks to those who have commented. This has always been a story about a relationship between two people

Please read my first series parts 1-5 or none of this will make sense to you. ^_^ First I'd like to explain a few things. 1) Part 5 was meant to be a Segway to the new series with John and Alex

So were do I begin? do I start out by saying I'm some macho college kid who get's girls all the time? should I introduce you to my first threesome? or even my first time with a older lady? No. The stories I wish to tell you are not over the top, bullshit you might read somewhere else

Like all my stories, this is a story with sex as opposed to a hard-core porn story. CHAPTER FIVE: THE SHOP I decided to take everyone at their word

It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience

Kat stood in her kitchen doorway. Her silk gown blowing in the breeze. Her eyes scanning the back gate watching for her lover to walk up. It was nearing the time for him to be there. Her children were away with family and her husband was at work. She was so excited for this day

When I was a kid I never thought about girls, and I suspect those who openly spoke about it did so for the attention. I never hung out with any girls, I had no girls as close friends or anything like that

Skeletons in my closet chapter 20 Skeletons in my closet chapter 20 Princess comes out to play That night when it was time for bed. Keith was true to his word as he would have no fun with either of us. We even had to shower alone. When bedtime came he got Megan her pills

It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses. “One more?” he asked. She nodded and took her wallet from her purse

“What was that?” She gasped, “What did you just do to me?” That was perhaps the most important of the many things my new friend and I discussed the first time I visited her home. It had begun with a phone call

She looked at herself in the mirror as the bass beat thumped loudly. Her dark straight hair framed her face. She noticed she went a little too dark in her eyes, but it matched her mood. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it