Dance Me to the End of Love Ch. 05

This is not a part in the series I started of the random erotic couplings of the couple. This is an actual true story, slightly embellished (I was probably a lot more awkward in real life), of how I met a stranger online, You don't find many 18-year-old virgins. But, alas, I was a semester into community college, still living at my parent's house, and was a virgin. No cock ever came close to me. The most action I got was the boyfriend in my senior year, who was too scared to grab my ass when we were making out. Ironically, he was the one who believed in saving himself until marriage. He was black and, from lowkey grinding on him, had a huge penis. So I did what any introverted, unconfident female would do. I signed up on an online meet up site and ordered a shit ton of toys. I took some pictures, updated my interests (which were a ton), and went fishing. Ideally, I would have loved to find a fuck buddy, to prevent having to find a new hook up every time. After a few (okay, a

Author's note: this story is a continuation of a choose your own adventure series. I recommend that you begin at Momma Mia - Introduction so that the story will make sense. Mia shifted next to Tommy as she explained her plan, laying her head on his muscled shoulder and pressing her large breasts into his side. She slid one leg up on top of his until it was resting on top of his large, swollen balls, forcing them down between his legs, as she began to lazily stroke his morning wood to full life. "Chico, your cum is so thick and creamy, do you know how many women would kill to drink it? Or use it to moisturize their skin? Trust me Chico, they'll pay top dollar to give themselves facials with your special cream." Tommy massaged Mia's full ass with the arm around her back as he thought about hot women paying for the privilege of rubbing his cum all over themselves. He felt a big load building in his racquetball sized balls, he hadn't cum for hours since his midn

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This is the second and final part of a story I wrote a few days back. I have added a second part as I was contacted by several people asking me to. I know it's cliched, but them most short sex stories are. Please remember criticise, feminise, colour and realise etc are correct spellings in English in the U.K. A Housewife Forever? Part 2 When they woke an hour later, it was four o'clock. David lay there spent and satisfied. Now the lust had gone he realised how crazy he must have been to agree to being Peter's wife. It was the need of being wanted by a man that led him to say yes. He was, after all, David not Davina. "How are you, Beautiful?" "Peter, listen, I know what I said earlier but.." Peter cut him off. "Before you say anything else, let me show you what being my wife will be like. Just stay with me until tomorrow." David checked his phone, there were no urgent emails or anything he needed to do. He thought back to how he felt earlier.

This is the eighth instalment of Yaz's adventures. For new readers, naturally, the best place to start is the first adventure but for those who wish to jump straight in, the following is a brief resume of how we got to this point. Having first met Yaz when she was working at the Pleasure Parlour, she drove me crazy, taking over my life for the day and my dreams for the night. As wasn't happy doing what she did, she left the place but I managed to track her down and encouraged her to move in with me to begin a new life. She joined me for an evening at a jazz club, the Absolution, when some of her sexual fantasies started to emerge, in particular, her desires to be dominated by a voluptuous singer who was performing. At the same function, a slender server, working the room and a lone Scandinavian patron, a big guy called Cairn, ended the evening in his bed. Having made contact with the voluptuous singer, Yaz and I attended an address to meet with her to, hopefully, realise Yaz&

Under Eleanor's protection, a slow kind of healing begins. The elder's house is a sanctuary from the familiar misery of Schönbrunn. Eleanor believes she has seen and known everything in her long life. She says Amelia's infatuation with Meryem is nothing more than the madness of a blood bond. Perhaps Felix wants Amelia to teach Eleanor the same lesson she taught Meryem. How to feel again, love again, and then lose it all. Would that be close enough to justice? Amelia can only confess the truth to Eleanor so many times before it becomes unbearable. Sometimes the elder laughs it off as foolishness, sometimes the betrayal cuts her deeply. Without fail, Felix tears the memory painfully from Eleanor's mind within the hour leaving the elder shaken and disoriented, and no wiser. Knowing her sire's nature well now, Amelia pays careful attention to which of her emotions to feed. Love, even grief and sorrow nourish Felix. Violence and jealousy aggravate his shadow. He insist