"Bondage in the big woods"
She trudged on through the endless, winding trail of ankle-scathing brush, eye endangering branches and hot, sweaty summer air, not wanting to think about the man who walked behind her with a buggy whip in his hand.A pack full of...
"The story of how after ten years I found myself in bed with my wife's best friend"
A Passion for Penny © Suburban Sinner 2007 This is the true story of how, after knowing each other for more than ten years, I found myself in bed with one of our closest family friends. I've changed the...
"Slut describes how she enjoys Sir's sounds when he enters her."
"I love the sounds you make," she said. "It's like you've entered heaven when you penetrate me."Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?""Are they, my little slut?""Oh, yes Sir, they are. You...
"Scotch is your safety."I simply nod in reply, body quivering. You're wearing the cologne that you know drives me crazy. You haven't shaven, and the thin, light stubble gracing your cheek scratches the skin on my neck as you whisper...
"How a one-off encounter became a full on affair"
A Passion for Penny – Chapter 2 © Suburban Sinner 2007 This is the continuing story of a true life affair between two close family friends. Its passionate beginning is told in my first story - A Passion for...
"Please Cailey? You know Joe is only in town for tonight and if I don't see him, he'll kill me," Ina pleaded. Cailey sighed. It was her first free Friday in months and she had planned to not do a...
"my first time nude guy"
The first time I saw a guy nude was at a sleepover, at my best friend Zoe’s house, six of us from the same class were staying the weekend at my mates house on a sleepover. I was 15 and...
"There's something about a rainstorm that floods me with passion."
We stand together on your porch, looking out across the prairie. Green signs of spring are just beginning to show in the late afternoon light of this March day. I sigh as your arms settle around mine, and you...
"It's not just the steam in the bathroom heating things up...."
He awoke before she did. The late afternoon sun, filtered through the drawn shades, filled the room with a perfect mix of muted light. Silently, not wishing to wake her, his eye traced her perfect curves, following...
"It's not just the steam in the bathroom heating things up...."
He was, once again, nervous. This surprised him, somewhat, as he thought that he—and she—had gotten over the initial butterflies-in-the-stomach after their first meeting. But that was lunch, and this was... well, different. Not that it mattered...
