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The rumble of my Mustang's engine somehow failed to wake the sleeping child in his car seat strapped to the tiny seat behind me. I had placed his child safety seat on the passenger side so I could see him out of the corner of my eye.

How he slept through that symphonic cacophony of pistons was beyond me. I would probably wake from death to enjoy it. But perhaps for a two year old the ability to fall asleep during that symphony was simply more proof beyond DNA tests and everything else that he was definitely my son.

Then I spot it. All of my senses come alive as, like the warriors of old, my reflexes prepare my body for battle. My ears separate the sound of an engine that isn't very different from mine, even as my eyes scan the traffic ahead.

I see it then, a heavily customized Camaro. I notice the nice red paint that is obviously a custom job. The body kit seems a bit garish to me, but then not everyone likes my custom grills and chin spoiler.

The driver of the Camaro has seen me and slows. He revs his engine and my heart soars. His death will be epic. His shame and disappointment are at hand. I've already seen his demise in my mind's eye as I see vectors and holes in the ebb and flow of traffic.

He has no idea how the six hundred horses under my hood, will destroy his plastic insect-like little car. The smirk on my lips widens as my foot caresses my accelerator, but then ... sanity takes over.

My mind remembers that my son is in the back. My heart's joy plummets and I actually slow to below the speed limit. I look at his black tinted windows and shake my head. He has no idea how lucky he is.

As he moves ahead in traffic, he slows as well. I can sense his disappointment in being denied the battle that never was. I feel it too, but my son's safety is far more important.

Ten minutes later, fresh from the battle that never was, I pulled into a driveway in a nice neighbor hood. The house isn't what it once was. The grass is a bit too long and needs to be edged as well. The hedge needs to be trimmed and there are a few paint chips on the wall of the house.

All of those could be explained away, with the pressure of family life. Sometimes there just isn't enough time in a week to do absolutely everything. What can't be explained away is the lack of joy coming from the house. Many of the houses on the block exude happiness or love, or safety. This one doesn't.

I turn off the engine and before the car goes silent the front door opens. A woman rushes towards the car even as I open the door. The closer she gets the more beautiful she becomes. Thick golden hair falls in waves and curls well past her shoulders. Her breasts are barely contained by the thin t-shirt she wears. Her nipped waist is still, even after giving birth, so tiny that I can get my hands around it. I know this because I've done it so many times.

She smiles as she gets to the car. "How are my boys doing?" she asks.

Even as my face frowns, I'm struck by how beautiful she is.

"He's asleep," I said, trying to keep my voice as free of emotion as possible.

"Okay that's one down," she smiles. "How are you?"

Although every fiber of my being is dying to tell her, I let the question slide. I open the passenger door and pull out the entire car seat. My son doesn't even stir.

"Well at least I can tell my mom that I saw you," she says. "When was the last time you saw her?" I just look at her as I carry my son, car seat and all towards the house.

"Jake, that was a really nice thing you did, yesterday," she says. "You work yourself to the bone all week. No one expected you to go and cut those trees down for her on Saturday and spend all day today taking junior to the zoo. You need some time to have some fun yourself too. Remember all work and no play..."

Again I didn't reply. "So Honey, I was thinking ... I could get my mom to watch her grandson this weekend ... She's dying to you know? And we could live out your greatest dream. We could fly to New Orleans for that Anne Rice Vampire Ball that you always wanted to go to. And you could dress me up any way you want."

"You don't really want to do that," I said quietly. "You'd hate it."

"Jake, you're right," she said. "But I'd do anything for you. You have to know that. And okay, Jake, maybe I have an ulterior motive, but JJ is two years old now and I'm twenty seven..."

"You're getting better at math," I said.

"Very funny Jake, but you know where I'm heading, right?" she said. "JJ needs a brother or sister and I want to have at least one more before I get too old to chase kids around and this could be a good..."

I kind of zoned out as she droned on about what she intended to do to me as soon as we got to the hotel.

I could see the whole thing playing out in my mind. I could be the headless horseman for my costume and she could be the sexiest vampire EVER. Maybe we'd win the costume contest. She did say that I could dress her anyway I wanted. As I looked at her now I could see her nipples tenting the thin material of the t-shirt.

Even then I could remember the way they got harder and stuck out farther and farther under my fingers. I remembered the way she cooed and molded herself to me. Her legs would spread almost of their own volition. And whenever I touched her she was always wet and ready for me.

Sometimes I'm sure that the reason we went wrong was my fault. Perhaps I left her alone too much. Maybe I even loved her too much, or simply trusted her too much. But for seven years everything I did was for her.

From the very first second I saw her, I fell for her ... literally. She was working in a restaurant on the campus of the college I was attending. I took one look at her and stopped what I was doing. I wanted to get closer to her so I took a step towards her and fell over the chair that I had overlooked. I also fell right in front of her and she tripped over me and dropped an entire tray full of plates and food.

She was not a happy camper. Her first action on regaining her equilibrium was to call me every name that she could think of. In my embarrassment I just got up and left the restaurant. Angry, hurt and covered with food, I went back to the house I shared with three other students. I went right into my room and showered. As usual I buried my head in my books. A couple of hours later my best friend Eric burst into my room.

"Get your head out of your ass and come downstairs," he yelled excitedly.

"For what?" I grumbled. "I need to study."

"You study too much," he laughed. "Why the hell are you always studying?"

"Duh, college, remember?" I said over the top of my book.

"See, that's why I bailed on college," she said. I had never heard her voice, but it was as beautiful as the rest of her. I looked up instantly.

"It's all of the studying," she said. "It just bored me to tears." I just sat there listening to her.

"So you accidentally tripped over a chair, huh?" she asked. "Obviously you're better at studying than walking..."

"All I saw was you," I said quietly. She walked towards me and smiled.

"You're so beautiful, that nothing else registered," I continued. "I didn't see chairs or walls or floors or other people. But whether I saw them or not, they were there so I tripped over one."

She laughed then.

"Sorry, I guess you must hear that all the time right?" she nodded.

"Yep, every guy I see wants to take me out for dinner and then take me home and fuck me," she said.

"Sorry," I said. "I need a lot more than that."

"I haven't even offered you that yet," she laughed. "But just out of curiosity, what did you have in mind?"

"I want to give you everything," I said. " ... A home of our own, a family, and my heart just to start. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, if you let me.

"Give me some money," she said. "I got fired today. They don't seem to like waitresses who are constantly spilling the food." I handed her my wallet. She reached in and took a twenty.

"Burgers okay?" she asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Are burgers okay for OUR dinner?" she asked.

"Sure!" I gushed, liking the sound of the word "Our."

"Be, right back ... uhm... ?" she said.

"Jacob," I smiled.

"Aubrey," she said smiling back at me.

"Shouldn't I be coming with you?" I asked. She just shook her head.

"You keep studying, Jake," she said. "You need to be smart if you're going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of me, so keep studying."

Two years later we were married and living in our first house. Two years after that, I had started my own company. We manufactured custom prosthetics and orthotics for customers ranging from world class athletes to the average Joe. We also manufactured safety equipment for athletes who wanted to train or compete with minor injuries.

My company was still small enough that everyone knew each other, but profit wise we'd already entertained several offers to buy us out. The problem was that everyone who wanted to buy the company didn't want to keep doing the charity work that we did for kids who'd been injured and couldn't afford their prosthetics.

But I loved what I did and I loved Aubrey, so cashing in and making an ass load of money wasn't really in the picture. But as they say ignorance is bliss. Her parents loved me too. We were one big happy family.

Her parents did keep bothering us about when they were going to start having grandkids to visit, but there were worse problems to have. My friend Steve's in-laws hated him. They kept offering their daughter money to divorce him.

Steve is a doctor. He's part of my team. He helps out by overseeing everything the engineers do in designing the prosthetics. He makes sure that everything is anatomically safe for our patients and also trouble shoots any problems we're having fitting the devices.

I was able to get him because he was fired from two of the three hospitals in our area. He fits in really well.

Aubrey and I were very happy. We took several vacations a year and were inseparable when I wasn't working. She was my entire world. So I wasn't surprised when she started talking about planning our first child. We both decided after several conversations that we should wait a few years until we turned thirty. That would be the perfect time of life. It would also give us a few more years to travel and enjoy each other ... I guess our timing could have been better, because Aubrey's dad passed a few years ago. His death was hard on my mother in law. It took her a while to get over him. And during that time we bonded. I felt a kindred spirit in my mother in law. Unfortunately, a short time later, I began to feel that something was out of place with Aubrey.

"Jake are you going to love me forever?" she asked me.

"And ever, and ever," I told her.

"What about after we've had your third kid and my ass is fat?" she asked.

"Even more then," I smiled.

"But why?" she asked. It made me wonder about her and about us, then.

"I've told you this millions of times," I said. "Aubrey, we both know that you're beautiful and every guy who sees you wants you. It was that way five years ago when we first met and it will probably be that way forever. But I love you, not just for what you look like, for the person that you are. I love you for the way you come in and drag me away from my computer when you think I'm working too hard. I love you for the way you run around the house in one of my shirts and those big fluffy house shoes and nothing else. I love you for the way you look when we work in the yard and you're sweaty and dirty, with your hair in a mess and all over your face. Aubrey I loved you the first time I saw you and I will until the day I die. I swear it. No matter what happens to us or how you look or how fat, you get ... I hate to go Whitney Houston on you, but Ieeeeeeeeeeaieeeeaiiiiii will always love youooooooooooooo!" I finished the last part on one knee in front of her. I know it was corny and maybe I was mugging a bit. I expected her to laugh or hit me or something.

Our eyes locked and tears came from her eyes like water from a sprinkler. The next thing I knew she was running for the bedroom and slamming the door behind her. For the rest of the day she stayed in the room and wouldn't open the door. She told me that she just needed some time.

I was sitting on the deck behind the house watching the sun go down when she slipped into the chair next to me. She inserted her hand into my hand that was the farthest away from her and wrapped my near arm around her.

"Are we okay?" I asked.

"Jake, I'm a girl," she said. "We sometimes react to things in strange ways. Jake I guess after all of this time, it finally hit me just how much you really do love me. I love you too, but this isn't one of those two cute kids in high school things is it?"

"No it's not," I said. "But what brought that on?"

"I just found out that one of the girls I grew up with is getting a divorce. Her husband ran off with his personal assistant. They were in love and married. They have kids and everything. They have all of those years and now nothing. The really crazy thing is that Dana was ready and willing to forgive him. She wanted to chalk it up to him just going a little crazy and having a fling. She wanted to welcome him back home and back into her heart and her bed and everything. The even crazier thing is that he didn't end up with his assistant. He moved on from both of them. Can you imagine it? A six foot blond with tits the size of beach balls and he just got tired of fucking her. So being pretty isn't everything. I guess I realized how lucky I am to not only have fallen in love with the one man who loves me for what's inside me, but to be married to him too."

"Nothing like that will ever happen to us," I told her and I meant it more than anything I had ever said up to that point in my life. Inside I realized that I needed to spend more time with her. I needed to spend more time on us.

"So the next afternoon, I left work early and armed with a stupidly giant bouquet of flowers, I descended on my happy home. My mission was to reassure the woman I loved that I did in fact, love her and would until the end of time.

As I tiptoed through my own house, I was in a good mood. When I didn't find her in the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom, my mirth began to fade. I heard a yelp from the basement and figured she was probably doing the laundry. Then I remembered the article we'd read about women getting off on the dryer and I flew down the stairs as silently as I could. That was something I wanted to see badly.

I peered stealthily around the corner by the dryer and caught Aubrey with her legs widely spread and her head tilted back. Unfortunately there was someone between them. They were thrusting wildly against each other. As much as I wanted to do something, I was rooted there. Her moans had reached the state of rapid shallow breathing that preludes her climax, much as it did when she had sex with me. I knew her moves before she even did them, as if I was watching a performance of a choreographed dance that I had seen many times.

She pulled him closer to her, putting her hands behind his back. Then she wrapped those exquisite legs around his waist. I knew that would come next but I had already turned to leave. I had stayed as long as I had because I needed to see her in the act.

I needed to have the memory of what she was doing seared into my brain, so there would be no chance for us. I needed the heat of the vision to burn all of my love for her out of my heart.

It was the flowers that gave me away. They fell from my nerveless fingers and rustled against the floor even as I moved up the stairs. It didn't matter, I could hear their gasps as the sudden sound interrupted their union and they separated as if someone was still there to see them.

I don't remember getting into my car and driving away. I don't remember the last time I looked at the house we loved so much. I was in shock. There was no anger, no rage no sense of betrayal. At that point all I had was an overwhelming need to be someplace different. Perhaps it was the survival instinct of the wounded beast that drove me. That need of an injured animal to get away from danger and go somewhere safe to heal, so I could fight another day.

Aubrey

He wasn't even listening to me. And he had to listen. Perhaps my choice of clothing had been a mistake. But that was another thing I had to find out. I had to know if I could still turn him on. Life sucks sometimes. I had offered him his fondest wish and he had to stop and consider it. I guess it said more about me than it did him. In the time it took him to answer me, my mind wandered.

I had always been pretty. It's a curse more than a blessing. My whole life I've had to put up with being stared at and misjudged. I was always the focus of attention when all I really wanted was to be left alone. There was always some boy or many boys who wanted me even before they knew what they wanted me for.

I was always being nominated for queen of this or that, simply because of the way I looked. In high school there were boys fighting over me. All I could do was to smile and try to be friendly. I had no real interest in boys. I guess I was a late bloomer. Part of the problem was that I was just watching life pass me by. Most of my grades weren't earned. My charms apparently worked on older men as well. I had a solid B- average. Most of the male teachers gave me A's without me turning in any work. One of the female teachers did too. The other female teacher flunked me or tried to. I did as much make-up work as I could for her class and still got a D.

But I graduated from high school and into the real world. I tried college, but since I hadn't really learned anything in high school, I was seriously underprepared for it. After a year of wasting my parents' money, I gave it up.

I noticed again that life was just passing me by. At twenty years old and still as pretty as a new dawn, I had never been ... anything. I had never been kissed. I had never been fondled. I was working as a waitress and a failing at it. My boss came to me and told me that I was fired ... again. As I went to pick up my check, he had another idea.

Forty minutes later I was no longer a virgin, but I still had a job. The funny thing about it was that I felt nothing. It made me think. For most of my life it wasn't just that life had passed me by, I was disconnected. I didn't feel anything. I had no idea what love was. I also had no true hatred. Over the next couple of years, I started using what I had to get ahead. It wasn't like I became a whore or anything. But if I needed a few bucks for my rent ... I got it. If I needed new shoes or an outfit ... I got it.

I had no ambition and no long range plans. I dated a lot because I was asked a lot. Most of the guys just wanted a chance to fuck me. Some of them wanted more, but I couldn't give it to them. Even the ones I dated more than once quickly noticed that there was no connection.

And then one day, I was having the shittiest day ever. My boss had already told me that if I dropped one more tray, I was fired. I knew that I'd reached the end of the road there anyway. It had nothing to do with my lack of skill as a waitress. My boss was tired of fucking me. He was putting it to a newer waitress. She was only 19 and had an exotic look. He also told me that she really got into it. What she lacked in beauty, she made up with enthusiasm.

So as I started trying to figure out what I'd do next, I noticed a couple of guys around my age come in and sit down. I was glad they weren't sitting at one of my tables. They looked like college guys and they were terrible tippers.

The smaller one was really cute though. That was an unusual thing for me to think. I never really reacted to men's looks. I reacted more to their requests and what they could offer me.

Every time I crossed the room, I felt his eyes on me. I was used to that, but somehow, just his gaze felt warm. I crossed the room again carrying a loaded tray and trying my best to be careful. I noticed that he was staring at me open mouthed, as if I was naked or something. He even stood up as I got close to him.

Then he tripped and fell right in front of me. And since I was carrying the tray, I couldn't see him and stepped on him tripping and flinging the entire tray in the process.

I called him every name I could think of and angrily packed my gear and got ready to leave. The other of the two guys came over to me.

"For a woman as pretty as you are, you're really a bitch," he said. "That was an accident. Jacob didn't mean to trip you. This was the first time I've gotten him out of the dorm in six months. Then he takes one look at you, a fucking waitress, and he acts like you're the God damned Messiah or something..."

I felt bad about the way I'd treated his friend. So I got him to take me to his friend so I could apologize.

From the second I saw him again, I knew. There was just something about him. I figured I'd go out with him a few times and let it fade. But then he told me about the way he felt and I melted. Nothing mattered anymore. I just wanted to be with him. It was strange because I'd had sex but it was always something the guys wanted. Sure I had orgasms and I enjoyed sex when I was in the mood for it, but this was different. It was like I was in heat or something.

From that moment on, we were together. Even in my mind it seemed kind of weird, but I had a boyfriend. I had more than that. He lived in a house he rented with a couple of other people and I just moved into his room. There were days when I followed him and waited outside of his class for him to come out. I still didn't consider what we had as love but it was as close as I had ever been. I didn't think that I would ever feel real love but I recognized that what Jake felt for me was love and I loved the fact that he loved me.

I really loved the fact that he wanted to take care of me and build a life with me. I had no ambition, no plan in life, so I was smart enough to hook up with the guy that could give me a much better life than I would ever have had on my own.

When he graduated from college with honors and a good job, I was happy. He seemed to be making all of his promises real. When he asked me to marry him, I was floored. "Hell yes!" I said. I couldn't get the words out fast enough. It wasn't like I really loved him, I still wasn't sure what love was, but we had a connection. It also meant that I wouldn't have to worry about having a job or any of that bullshit. I could have a good life and I wouldn't have to work. There was also the fact that even if it didn't last, if I could just hold on long enough, even if he divorced me, I'd do fine.

As the years went on we became more and more a couple. I saw people all around us get married and have kids and noticed from talking to friends that many of them were jealous of us. I guess if I looked at us from the outside it seemed as if we had the perfect marriage. Jake would literally do anything for me. There were times when I felt guilty because I knew that I didn't and would probably never feel the way about him that he felt about me. I just wasn't capable of that kind of emotion.

I cooked for him. I cleaned our house and made it a wonderful place to live. I had sex with him any time he wanted me to and any way he wanted me to. I was affectionate. We cuddled all the time and I kept myself attractive for him. When my dad died, Jake was there for my mom. I think that was a turning point, because I noticed then that I felt nothing about my dad passing. It let me know that emotionally, there was something wrong with me.

Over the years Jake and I had spoken several times about having kids and had decided to put it off. I started thinking about it in earnest then. But a short time after that I spoke to a friend that I'd grown up with. She was getting a divorce and was distraught. Her husband had left her for a younger woman and she wanted him back badly. I realized that the husband was probably a lot like me. He'd been cheating on my friend for years and finally got tired of the pretense. He decided that he just wanted to ne alone and single.

It upset me but I couldn't figure it out. The man was an asshole. Did that make me one too? I had, since the beginning of our relationship occasionally had sex with other men. At the time I had been having sex with a friend of his. It wasn't that Jake wasn't good in bed. It wasn't that I had any kind of feelings for the other guy either. He was just someone I called from time to time. It had started out to prevent hurting Jake.

Six months before that, I had been in the house when our lawn service came by. I watched as a really well-built guy marched around our yard cutting and spraying the grass. I wanted him. I knew that Jake would never find out about it so it wouldn't hurt him. So I did it. I went to the door and called him inside of the house. It was the first time that I'd ever brought anyone in our house for sex and it taught me two things. The first was that the guy, skinny muscular, long hair, the whole package, wasn't nearly as satisfying as Jake.

Jake is pretty good looking and a lot of the women I know like him but, I guess I hadn't really noticed him in a long time. Anyway that afternoon marked a crack in my armor. Besides the fact that the guy didn't get me off, I felt bad about it. That was a first. So I decided that maybe I should stop. Maybe whether I loved him or not I should respect him enough not to. Unfortunately it wasn't to be.

One of the men who worked for Jake and was also friendly with him was a guy named Steve. He came to me and told me that he had proof that I had cheated on Jake. To keep him from telling Jake I had to give him some of what the lawn guy got. So I did it and felt nothing. I actually felt good about it because instead of just doing it to have sex I had done it to help my marriage. In a way it worked out because the guy had a history of cheating on his wife. He'd been caught a few times. It also gave me an outlet. So instead of risking getting caught with random guys, I had someone to call when Jake wasn't available.

But things changed after talking to my friend. She wasn't like me. She really loved that asshole. And now she was facing a life alone and miserable with kids too. I wondered if that could happen to me.

Later on when Jake got home, I asked him if he really loved me. His answer stunned me. I ended up running away from him up to our bedroom. I had to get away from him. I couldn't look him in the eye. I was simply not worthy of the way he felt about me.

I realized then that he loved me far more than I had ever considered. I didn't deserve to be loved like that. Maybe it was guilt, but I decided that the best thing for him would be if I left him. I should just disappear. But then I thought about how badly that would hurt him. I started crying. I thought long and hard about how I would feel without him in my life too. I realized that having even a day without seeing that man would probably kill me. I started to understand then that when I kissed Jake, it was because I enjoyed kissing him. And when we had sex, it was because I wanted him. I didn't just want sex, I wanted Jake. It took me a while to realize it, but I love my husband.

Jake and I had sex that night. Don't get me wrong we always do. But it was like for all of the years before that night I had been holding back. That night, I gave him everything I had. It just felt so different. It was as if everything I did with every other man was a waste of my time. I had been a fool for most of my life. We fell asleep that night wrapped in each other's arms. When he kissed me goodbye the next morning, I was a changed woman. I couldn't stop smiling. I kept saying it over and over. I love my husband. I called to tell his friend that we wouldn't be getting together anymore. He talked me into one last time.

I wanted to get it over with, so I told him to come by that afternoon while Jake was at work. He was all for it. When he came over we went straight into the laundry room in the basement. I had never had sex with him anywhere else. Even before I realized how I felt about Jake I had too much respect for him to have anyone in our bed.

As soon as he got there he was all over me there was no love in it, but there had never been any. It was just sex. The evening before I had made love with Jake. We kissed and I wanted to have him in me to express what we felt about each other. It was magic and I intended to do that again that evening. This was just sex. We just humped each other purely for physical release. The odd thing was that most of the time I didn't cum with him. But that day I was still in my happy mood thinking about what had happened the day before and my newfound love. Thinking about it got me hotter than ever before so my body reacted.

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Hey guys and gals,sorry it's been a while since I was last on, you won't believewhat's happened to me!To cut a long story short, my sister found out about me on here and saw my story of what she did to me when we was younger, needless to say, she was very pissed off with me.She confronted me about it and as I apologised to her she told me to get down on my knees and kiss her feet for forgiveness. Naturally, I did as I was told and when I got down on my knees, she kicked the shoe off her foot...

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How it could have been

Five years ago she was a normal Dutch girl, eighteen years old and just finished her high school. She was going to be enrolled in law school after the summer holiday and to celebrate she and five girlfriends went on a party tour of the Spanish coast. They went to Mallorca, Ibiza, Blanes and finally Lloret a Mar, very popular with Dutch teenagers. Just clubbing and sunbathing on the beaches of Spain, it was a good time. They partied till the late hours and most of the nights didn’t end there....

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How It Could Have Been

HOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN By Miss Wendi Robertson This is a fictional account of how it could have?most likely would have?been had Jack and William met as young men of similar age. The period would be the late 1950s or early 1960s when transvestites and their admirers were still very private people. The setting is a lovely small college somewhere in America. William is age 22 and Jack is 23. William is a freshman and Jack is a...

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Sweet Sixteen and Never Been

"Randy, we're bored!" my sister Sasha whined. It was Sasha's sixteenth birthday party, and she had invited her two best friends over for the evening. Our parents had already made a commitment to visit our Aunt Karen for the weekend. It was a good six hour drive each way, and Mom had "volunteered" me to keep an eye on the three birthday celebrants. I would have rather gone hunting with a game warden, but I really had no option except to do as I was told. This being Friday, Sunday night...

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W Is For What Could Have Been

"Tell you a story?""Of a bygone love. I like learning more about your former paramours, Honey.""Love?" In my bed--which had recently become our bed--I rolled over into Jacob's arms. I was barely awake, as it was early Saturday morning. "How about a former infatuation?"He adjusted himself between my thighs, comfortable in our new arrangement. "Acceptable."“It had to be a decade ago. I was twenty-seven, so you were--”“About to graduate from high school.”I placed his strong hand on my...

Love Stories
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What Couldve Been

All through my senior year of high school, I dated a girl in the junior class. Sue was 5' 4" and I am 6' 2". I was still a virgin then and so was she. We swapped sexy nudes, sexted about our desires, you know, the works. But despite numerous occasions where I would find a dark back road towards the end of a date night, unbutton her top, unsnap her bra and feel up her nice C-cup breasts and small, perky nipples, and slip a hand down her panties and make her squirm, she never did put out. Shortly...

Cheating
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Where Has He Been

As he lays beside her touching her lightly and kissing her body she wonders if its real or just a dream. She has never had this much attention. Usually it was just a quick fuck and it was done. Many times she wouldnt even have an orgasm. No hand holding in public. No touching in the car. She has been deprived and he knows it. She is enjoying the attention. He runs his fingers lightly over her skin and whispers little things to her. His hands are everywhere touching everything. He tells her he...

Oral Sex
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What should have been

All of my stories are true. I usually write them down right after they happen. However, I had a guy ask me if I could write up a story for him. I normally do not write erotic fiction, but I thought I would give it a try. This is some fiction based on what SHOULD have happen the other day. I was at a book/video store and was watching some porn in one of the booths. The place seemed to be empty except for the other side where they pay to watch a whole movie in the 'preview' section. I was not...

Gay
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Memoirs of a Bisexual Chapter 3 What a Long Strange Trip Its Been

This is the 3rd installment of the series“Memoirs of a Bisexual.” I recommend reading the first 2 chapters to familiarize yourself with the characters and timeline of the story. This story is based on true events. Thanksgiving break was finally here. I was home from school for a week and I couldn’t wait to hang out with my best friend, Jeff. He had been looking forward to us hanging out, as well. He had surprised me with tickets to see the Pink Floyd laser show and 2 hits of LSD! Wow! What a...

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Where Has He Been

As he lays beside her touching her lightly and kissing her body she wonders if its real or just a dream. She has never had this much attention. Usually it was just a quick fuck and it was done. Many times she wouldnt even have an orgasm. No hand holding in public. No touching in the car. She has been deprived and he knows it.  She is enjoying the attention. He runs his fingers lightly over her skin and whispers little things to her. His hands are everywhere touching everything. He tells her he...

2 years ago
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Where Ive Been

So quite a lot of my friends have expressed concern over my disappearance over the last month and a half. First of all I’d like to say that I am healthy and doing fine. Some things in my personal life kind of fell apart and I was in a pretty dark place and in dire need of cleansing my palette. So to that end I gave up all my possessions, left my job and went into submission serving a couple for a month’s time. After several interviews and applications they welcomed me into their home as a...

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Summer ProjectChapter 10

It was a struggle just to stand after the stranger had untied Stephanie's armbinder from the strap holding her ankles together. The blonde felt as limp as an old rag doll, her strength zapped by the two orgasm she had just had in the past hour. She wobbled and swayed as she stood, feeling the leather straps being buckled again around her knees and thighs. Jeff's stepsister made a most beautiful slave, even more so in the afterglow of her last cum. A long tangle of blonde hair spilled down...

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Incest World

Hi friends. I’m Vikky. I’m new here. This is my first attempt to narrate my own experience with my mom. I hope all the readers excuse me for my mistakes if any and I’ll be waiting for your valuable feedback on my mail Introducing my self.. I completed my bachelor’s degree and pursuing MBA IN a reputed college in Hyderabad. I had a gym body as I regularly go for gym, and my cock is about 6″. My family consists of four members. Me, my younger brother, dad and my sexy mom. My dad is a business...

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A New Style of Education Part 9

A New Style of Education by Karen Page Part 9 "No, you can't go back to get changed," firmly stated Helen, blocking the door. "You read the screen, it isn't a test. I'm not having you risk yourself." "I didn't smell anything," I pleaded. "I'll be okay." "The answer is still no," she replied. "Now get moving before I carry you." With a sigh I walked towards the assembly point, terrified what other people would think of me. Each year had an area where they would...

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Business of Pleasure Part 1

Aurora gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was tall and slender, blessed with the genes of a long-limbed family. Her golden skin radiated and her deep, mahogany hair was styled up in a loose bun- a few strands of her hair escaping to fall close to her neck. She didn’t wear much make up, but she didn’t need to either, her features were flawless. A little mascara to extend her eyelashes, and a little eyeliner to frame her eyes. Aurora cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at her image in...

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DorableChapter 7

Gee’s turn: Is it okay if I say “Wow!”? Multiple wows, actually. First wow. Been bumping around with Josh for a few weeks, maybe not as many weeks as some people would think to be adequate for a marriage proposal, but I’m not ‘some people’ and neither is Josh. Second wow. He wants to marry me. Oh, yes, if you actually looked at a transcript, I sort of MADE him ask me, but he was gonna ask sooner or later. Third wow. I have been sleeping in the same bed with Josh for weeks. We just DO...

2 years ago
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Curse of the gypsy woman part two

Introduction:This is the continuing saga of Melissa, a woman who is redescovering her sexuality. Please read part one before you read this one. It will really be to your benefit.Chapter two“You seem to have outdone yourself with dinner today,” her husband complimented her as he put his fork through the salad and brought it to his mouth.Melissa shuddered and felt a tingling between her legs as she watched parts of the cucumber disappear between his lips. If only he knew where that cucumber has...

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Sara Ki Sexy Suhagraat

Hi friends, Mere fans ki badhati list ko dekhkar mujhe aur neil ko bahut hi jyada khushi ho rahi hai. Mera experience mai aap sab ke saath isliye share kar rahi kyunki mai chahti hoon aap sab bhi apni biwi/shauhar/girlfriend/boyfriend ke saath naye naye poses try karein , naye naye situation create karein jo aapko sex karne ke liye uttejit kare. Mai poorie koshish karungi ki sara aur neil ki sexual experiences ( in reality) aapko likh bheju taaki unhe padhkar aapki sex life exciting ban jaaye...

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Goddess Initiation

A full moon hung heavy in the summer night sky. It was like a scene from a movie but the reality of it was brought home to Graham by his heightened sense of arousal and the majesty of the individuals before him. He had been selected from a long list of applicants to witness a special ceremony like none other. The Southern Regional Obeah Society was having a rites of passage ceremony for one of its most exalted members. To the outside world, the organization was nothing more than a Black BDSM...

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Wilbur Sees It DifferentlyChapter 14

I moved the bathtub to where we could bathe in it conveniently. We heated water on the stove, and filled the tub with warm water. Swan wanted to make love right away, before I bathed. I told her that I was too dirty to get close to my treasures. They were all very happy that I was home. They bathed me and we visited. They all wanted to try out the tub, so we emptied the dirty water after my bath and refilled. We bathed the children and Swan, then we refilled and Star and Sunshine...

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Easter Givings

Easter Givings ? by: Dee Eon It began shortly after the first day of spring in Aunt Em's Victorian rural home after my foster 'mom' and I finished breakfast. "Peter," she said fondly with a poignant sad look. "These three years you've been with me have been the happiest I've ever had. I'm now sure those social workers are eating crow for calling you a very troublesome child. I'm only sorry I hadn't cared for you since you were seven after your parents' terrible car accident." "I...

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Shove it up my ass

Lola was a 40 year old woman who had been married to her husband David for 15 years now and it was fair to say that their bedroom activities involved a quick straight fuck. Lola was getting bored of the same sex routine and fancied a change so she began looking at adult sites for something to heat things up in the bedroom. The first thing that captured her eye was a pair of handcuffs's coated in leather, she'd always dreamt about being tied up for rough sex but David never took the hint. She...

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uncle son

I am Kamini, 20, beautiful, with good body features, fair, and healthy. But God had given me an itchy cunt. Right from my childhood I used to massage my boobs and cunt without the knowledge of my parents or others in the family. I used to watch through the keyhole my father fucking my mother and used to finger myself to an orgasm. I used vegetables or any object immediately available to satisfy my itch. Sometimes the table corners, or umbrella handles come handy for my relief. But in front of...

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The Hunters become the Hunted

John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John knew that within club were vampires looking for their next meals. John had been hunting vampires since he was thirteen when his parents...

Fantasy
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Grave Robber

-Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places. Clarence had the lantern, and although he was an old man he was faster, so Wallace had to run to keep up, shivering each time he stepped over a grave. "Which one are we digging up?" he said, horrified even as the words left his mouth. His answer came with a snort. "We're not digging. Do you see a shovel anywhere? You've not a brain in your head, boy.”...

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Filipina Says My American Husband Is A SISSY

I was born male, but both physically and emotionally I was more female. I went out of my way to - just barely - avoid being regarded as a sissy by my peers growing up. But after I hit puberty I never really developed the physical characteristics associated with manliness. By age 18 I had reached my full height of 5',5", and was small boned and delicately built. My jaw, for example, remained small and heart shaped, and I developed breasts. I first experimented with cross dressing at that time....

3 years ago
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Devils game

I nodded, swallowing the guilt from my throat, I hated lying to him but it was better for the both of us “whole four hours my dad booked” “Impressive” Matt said taking a swig of his Redbull. I honestly wanted him to devour my lips as much as he slammed back those god awful adrenaline suckers, he drank so many of them he needed to drink at least two if he actually wanted to stay awake more than two hours, but like always I didn’t say anything I thought besides the fact that they were...

4 years ago
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Surprised at Adult Theater

As I write this I am wearing a pair of pink, tight, semi-sheer bikini panties. I have been fascinated by women’s panties since I found a pair of my older sisters tiny bikini pantis in the laundry when I was about 10. I put on her tight panties, and immediately got a hard-on. Being young and not knowing what it was, I was scared and took them off. The feeling was good of the silk of on my skin and sliding on my little penis. The hardness didn’t go away quickly and I was really frightened I had...

2 years ago
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Stephanies Dad Part 1

For as long as I could remember, staying the night at my best friend, Stephanie’s, house, was a normal occurrence. We would switch back and forth between houses, even if it was a school night. Her family had become like my family and my family like hers. We loved this about our lives, it made us feel like sisters, which we had always called ourselves with one another. I will admit though that I preferred to be at her house over my own house any day. “Can I crash at your house this evening?” I...

2 years ago
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River Dream

I know I am asleep. You know when you’re dreaming and its like everything is normal but something at the back of your mind tells you that you’re not really there. That’s where I am right now. The evening sun is out, there are birds, everything is a little too idyllic. My feet keep slipping on the wet stones as I walk by the river and I can feel the coolness of the water slithering between my toes. Not an unpleasant feeling, but it makes me long to just dive headfirst into the rushing water, yet...

2 years ago
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Fanny Finds a Flaw

Fanny Farmer was a happy young girl who liked what she saw when she looked into any mirror. She was forever primping and posing with this look and that look unable to find a single flaw. Her doting parents were much pleased with their handsome daughter with her natural curls and her budding bosom. At the beginning of this month she had passed her 18th birthday with a party celebrated with much gusto and the eating of a beautiful cake that was covered with the whitest icing ever seen in the...

3 years ago
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Erotic Essay 7 Valentine 4 Soon Shahaan

EROTIC ESSAY #7 CAN BETTER BE VALENTINE 4 -- SOON SHAHAAN -- AS AN INVITATIONEROTIC ESSAY #7 CAN BETTER BE VALENTINE 4 -- SOON SHAHAAN -- AS AN INVITATION.EROTIC ESSAY #7 CAN BETTER BE ABOUT MY LOVELY LITTLE LILAC CUTE CROCUSSES.EROTIC ESSAY #7 CAN BETTER BE ON BEAUTIFUL BLOSSOM & GREEN GARDEN GROWS.EROTIC ESSAY #7 CAN BETTER BE ON HOW INVITING IT IS: DO ENJOY SOME SUNSHINE!EROTIC & LOVE EXPRESSED BEST BY RED ROSES ACCORDING ALL SONGS & PROVERBSErotic expression number one in our...

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The Scotch Bonnet

Before you read this, I prefer to build up a little bit about the main character and why they are where they are so it will take a little time for anything to happen. But if you stick with this. I promise you'll enjoy it! The inspiration came from a sports bar that has a Scottish theme and I will use that but not the name. This wont be a non stop sex fest, id like you to engage with the story and enjoy the sex as it happens. Brad is a fairly normal guy, likes normal things like...

2 years ago
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Forgive me sister Part 1

"Forgive me sister for I have sinned." I uttered as I knelt in the dim light of the confessional.The cross hung over me, as I sat in silence waiting for a response. The guilt had become too much to bear which is what drove me here in the first place, but kneeling here was almost too much. My gut was screaming at me to turn and run. Run out of the church, the state, the country, the world. Disappear forever.Just as I was about to leave a cool voice caught me from the other side of the...

2 years ago
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Willing Fraternity Prostitute

I’m twenty-seven and in grad school. This semester I’m working as a TA in order to get a few extra credits. I’m married, but I still get the attention of many of the male students, which is why I wasn’t surprised when one of my student frat boys invited me to a frat party. Of course I declined because what business would I have at a frat party? It’s not that I would actually care, but I’d feel especially out of place at a black frat house. Harold was very persistent and told me it wasn’t really...

Interracial
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Betrayal and Payback

Part 1 - The Betrayal "That's the way - suck my clit you miserable little slut - make me cum - that's it." Gail had arrived home early that day. She noticed Paula's pick-up truck in the driveway. These were the sounds she heard emanating from the back bedroom. "YES - AHHH - Let me feel your tongue you little cunt." Gail recognized Paula's voice. "Lick it up - slave - lick it all up." Gail froze in her tracks as she first heard Paula announce her orgasm, then the words that...

4 years ago
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The Forfeit II

I was upstairs when Linda arrived. Kelly had teased me about how much Linda and I had enjoyed ourselves during our forfeit session with Janet the other time and had admitted that she had got a buzz out of it too. Being the plaything of, not only my girlfriend, but her delicious redhead friend of course appealed to me, so when Kelly suggested Linda join us for another "game" I was all for it. Mind you, now it came to it I was more nervous! I heard the girls chatting and laughing as I arrived...

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The Circus Is In Town

This is a collaboration between Caleb Jones and myself, using an original idea of Caleb's. Recently, another author utilized Caleb's idea over on another website. I think this turned out much better. This is our first collaboration together, so be kind to us. Tell us what you think. Should we collaborate again? This story involves strong scenes of a very graphic sexual nature. If you don't like that sort of thing, you shouldn't read this. If you do . . . enjoy! I thought that it...

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Aunty Bettys Satin Part 2

That much anticipated Sunday arrived, and I got to Mrs Mott's house promptly at 10am, and knocked on the door, she answered and my eyes practically popped out of my head, there she stood in the shiniest pink satin nightgown and matching robe.."Oh you're early. I must look a mess, I do apologise"..I could have cared less how she appeared. my friendly neighbour looked amazing to me adorned in luxurious glossy satin dr****g over her abundant curves, the upper part of her nightgown stretched across...

2 years ago
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In Nockton Vale Man Wanted Chapter Three

Chapter Three Never Again 1 I woke up feeling really refreshed and satisfied, if a little hung-over. I opened my eyes, lying on my back and scratched my chest. Then I sat up in alarm, seeing the big muscular body, the quilt draped over it in my sleep. I threw the covers back and gaped down at my hairy legs; the big swollen trouser snake between my legs. "Oh shit." I thought about the night before, the fight I'd gotten into, the drinks afterward with Sangeeta and then the...

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The Whistle

“I bet if you turned round now and faced away from the table and slowly slid your skirt right up your legs you would have every male in the bar watching you! It’s not only what you’ve got it’s what you do that gets attention .... and what’s more I can prove it! Turn round and face away from the table.” “No, I don’t trust you, what are you going to do?” “Just do it and you’ll see.” Jane looked a little nervous not sure what I had in mind but slowly turned to face outwards from the table so...

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If you do what you love you never work a day in your life

If you do what you love, you never work a day in your life By meganprincess Know how I know that I am a sissy? I like to wear panties. And makeup. And skirts and dresses and cute tops and anything that pretty girls wear. Know how I know that I am a submissive slut? Because I like to help people cum. Dominant men, pretty women, and other sissies. I just don't care. I love to help people cum and I don't even care if I cum myself. It makes me feel pretty to coax cum. Maybe that is how I...

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Baby Doll

I was getting ready for bed when the light from my neighbor's bedroom window came on. I was 18 and had just finished my freshman year in college. I looked into the window, which was below mine, and saw a beautiful Negro lady. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. Her window was wide open because it was very hot. I immediately turned my light off so that she wouldn't see me peeping. She went to her closet and kicked off her flip flops. She then turned toward me and started to remove her...

4 years ago
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The Beginning

I was going crazy thinking about my wife, Anita, making love to another man... But I knew that I wouldn't really like her making it with another man. I talked her into it! Not all at once of course... but after a while of fantasizing and talking to her about it, I got her to think about making out with another guy, as I watched, and then after he left we'd make love! It all started innocently enough, I have always been somewhat of a voyeur and my wife is definitely attractive! I would love...

3 years ago
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The shower

I awoke with a raging hard on one morning and heared my girl in the shower. She was softly singing to herself, something she usually did while shaving her pussy.I decided to see if she wanted company in the shower and to see if she could help me do something about my hard cock. I went into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain to the side and there she was, razor in hand, almost clean shaven."Mind if I join you in the shower?" I asked."Not at all, I was just finished" she said as she put...

4 years ago
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Angels TaleChapter 17

Angel was in danger. During an afternoon class, Lena had gotten an urgent Cassandragram. She needed to use her powers to "listen in" on Officer John - the one who had been so hard on Angel when asking about Ms. Wilson. What she discovered was disturbing on many levels. The two men talking to him were expertly and heavily shielded. Lena could hardly sense them at all, except by way of their effect on the officer. They played on his self image as a cowboy among cops - a man who did things...

3 years ago
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Chloe Moretz A Day In The Park

By MuhabbaThis story is based on the idea Chloe Moretz isn’t a celebrity.“Hey mister, ya got any candy?”Tony looked up from his sandwich and saw a young girl standing about 4 ft. from his bench. “Swell,” he thought. “No sweetie. I’m afraid not,” he said trying for a warm smile. He’d chosen this secluded section of the park he found yesterday specifically to get away from people and enjoy his lunch in peace. Specifically people this young girl’s age. It wasn’t that he didn’t like c***dren,...

2 years ago
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DreamsChapter 25

Brie was a most beautiful bride. She stunned everyone including Josh at how lovely she was. Irv and Ruth both had tears in their eyes as they saw their youngest son marry such a gorgeous young woman. Sally bawled as Bill passed her tissue after tissue. Victoria smiled with satisfaction that her lovely gown was being used at last. She could picture Tiffany in that dress when she was grown. Brie had planned on a church wedding but when the Rubensteins wished for them to marry on the grounds of...

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Tales from the FrogLady Part 1 of 2 Wedding Night

Notes: This is the revised version of my previously published story. Thanks to Mr. Ram for pointing to a mistake, just for you to know my problem, in Portuguese ladder is "escada" and stair is "escada", so you see why I do these silly mistakes once or twice. This is the first part of a two part story, but both can be read as independent stories (of course, they are more fun if read in the right sequence), this is why I marked it "finished" in the form. The second part, called "A night...

2 years ago
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The Transformation

THE TRANSFORMATION by anyport Unfortunately for Ross, he had always seemed slightly effeminate. At school he hadn't been very good at sport, so all the jocks had shunned him. Resulting in him spending a good deal of his time studying, and helping others, mostly girls, with their studies. Even at university he was more at home with the girls, in fact he spent a lot of time in their rooms, not all of it studying. Although he was a respectable 5'9" tall, he was slightly built,...

3 years ago
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Deja Vu a MILF teacher submits to her past and loses everything

Now for the normal disclaimers, no kids (under 18), animals, blood, scat, or other extreme things are in this story. If I haven’t scared you off yet, read on and vote. Chapter 1 Suzanne was finishing another day at school. She was a first-grade teacher, and it had been a very long day. Most days she loved teaching, but today was particularly difficult. For some reason today, her kids, who were normally...

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