Theme: razia by ashathemes.
My First Night in the New Neighborhood My family moved to Arizona, quite unexpectedly, during my senior year in high school. Since I was already eighteen, I considered staying in Illinois to finish the year and move out West afterwards. Instead, I made the move with my family during winter break in December. We packed.
Editor’s Note: this submission contains fictional characters using racial, ethnic, gender- or orientation-based slurs. * I’m Jeff and this is how I got cuckolded for the first time. At the time I was a sophomore in college and lived in three bedroom house with two other guys. Nick who was an easy going nice guy.
Notes to Reader: (1) A lot of this is fiction; much is fact. (2) Cross dressing in marriage is a difficult situation; acceptance of it comprises three entities: husband, wife, couple. (3) Nobody CHOOSES to be a cross dresser, so please don’t demean yourself (the reader) by macho dismissal and criticism. Lawyers, plumbers, truckers: anyone.
Ever hear the expression “Third time is the Charm?” This story is indicative of that. Although what lies herein is the original vision I had for this title, this is very literally the third story to come from it. If I do not maintain exacting focus, then I end up with something completely different from.
CELESTE PHARMA CHAPTER TWO I spent a very bad night ruing the day and the hour I had met up with Damian and had found my way to Celeste Pharma’s Research Centre in the town of Crabtree. In just the first day of the course I had been virtually stripped of my masculinity with the.
All the characters in this story are above 18, so thank you and enjoy the story. SKIRTIFICATION AND BECOMING LEONA Next day I woke up at 6:30 a.m. and took a long nice warm bath; I also shampooed my hair & came out tucking the towel around my chest and went to my room to.
Hoagie took me back to his quarters and locked me in a back room as the major did. And he let me out to clean and cook and then whenever it pleased him to fuck me cruelly—far more cruelly than the major ever did. He sometimes would hit me, but he never hurt me badly..
*Author’s note: I prefer writing stories that are unlikely but plausible, and this one fits the bill. Nineteen-year old men don’t marry 90-year old women—ever. But (sometimes much) younger men and (sometimes much) older women (and vice versa) hook up a lot more often than people think, and occasionally even marry. I have a cousin,.
I looked down at the smooth tight ass and hips that my hands were grasping hold of. I then watched my cock slide in and out of her velvety smooth and wet pussy. I heard the slapping of skin each time my groin met her ass. She was moaning and tossing her blonde hair as.
Morning. I blinked a few times and then opened my eyes, and lay there snug under the covers and listened to the pelting rain. I stretched my legs, and felt the delightful silky feeling of freshy waxed skin sliding against the sheets. It was a Tuesday, but I’d no intention of going to work –.