Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 01
It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a…
Read MoreIt was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a…
Read MoreThanks to all my readers for the positive support. The following story is a special gift to an anonymous lady that I hope will find a way to let me…
Read MoreThe bathroom door was ajar and I peered through the crack, then sank to my knees on the landing carpet...The bathroom was quite wide, with the bath to the left…
Read MoreAriadne's life changed forever with one phone call. One moment, she was in the kitchen preparing a meal, hoping to finish before her husband Stewart from out-of-state. The next, she…
Read MoreThis is a work of fiction, although based on some real experiences that I have had. All of the real and fictional people were over the age of 18 at…
Read MoreReed wakes to an attractive woman singing to him. Of course, it is another thing to wake up on his eighteenth birthday to an attractive woman singing to him as…
Read MoreAt about 1.00am I was awoken by the feeling off a warm and wet mouth surrounding my growing prick. It was Clare she had come back home and come straight…
Read MoreIn bed at night you touch yourself, and as you ever so lightly glide your fingers across yourself you wonder if I saw you masturbating, you wonder if I'm now…
Read MoreNote: This is my first erotic story (and also my first complete online story) so chances are this isn't going to be my best work. But, just in case you…
Read MoreDarla strolled down the boardwalk with her son Brandon, clinging to his arm. It was a warm evening, but the breeze off the ocean was nice—almost chilly. The boardwalk was…
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