Here’s a story of two MILFs and their two teenage daughters. The MILFs names are Valerie and Gina that are 44 and 42. Both Valerie and Gina had a daughter. Both daughters were 18 and they were named Julie and Tessa. Julie was Valerie’s daughter and Tessa was Gina’s daughter. Tessa and Gina were brunettes…
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Autumn I exhaled deeply, my breath fogging the early morning air. It was that magical time of the morning when it isn’t quite light out, and everything is cast in dark shades of blue. Off to my left in the trees, I heard a bird sing out, signalling the start of a new day. I…
The doors to the village church were never locked; they didn’t need to be as there wasn’t any crime in the sleepy backwater village in the Dales. The young clergyman had only recently taken up the post; he was in his early 20s and fresh out of Vicaring School. The manse they had given him…
The young woman plunged her fingers in between the juicy swollen lips of her slit for the umpteenth time, biting down on her pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure. She was lying in bed, the sun approaching the eastern horizon as the minutes ticked by on her alarm clock. The hour was early, earlier…
Note: although this can be read as a stand alone story, it works best as a follow on from ‘Kon Tiki’, to which there is a link below. Hope you enjoy. 2: ASYLUM Through the view screen in his private quarters, Major Redford was cursed with a bird’s eye view of the undulating, writhing mountains…
When at home, Puja locked the door and held me in her arms kissing me passionately. “Shazia you are my Bhabi (sister in law). You were hiding this great news from me”. Said Puja. I was completely stunned. I never expected Manesh to tell his sister about what went between us. Puja smiled and said,…
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In the mountains high above Rio, safe from the chaos on the streets far below we watched as the containment field in the sky above us finally began to falter and die. Beyond it, vast, unknowable tendrils of orange gas, each one the length of a hundred cities end to end, crept and slithered across…
Part 2– The summer time wore on, and Monica had met me a few times for coffee. Tonight, however, was different. It was our first real date. I wanted to change things up a bit and not go with the old ‘dinner and a movie’ approach. For the fifth time in as many minutes, I…
How did I get to my home, I am still unable to comprehend. My hands were time and again moving either to my nipples or to my pussy (under the burqa) till I got home. At home, I lay down on my bed. Neither my brother nor my mother was at home. I locked myself…
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I woke up suddenly, aroused by some unknown noise. I looked at my alarm clock. It read 4:28 am. I groggily rubbed a hand across my face and shook out the sleep as I got out of bed. I grabbed the telescoping baton I keep in my nightstand and walked out into the hallway. It…
‘Want something to drink?’ Stein asked Daniel as they prepared to leave. It was 22:34 and they were the only ones still in the building. ‘No’, Daniel replied and sat on a leather couch, ‘You don’t like the baby thing very much, do you?’ ‘Look, there are many things I don’t like about you. I…
I woke up the next morning on Christmas Eve smelling like cream soap and Rick’s musk. We spent the evening before in the shower trying to clean various forms of sugar, syrup and other stickiness off each other, but there was no hot water heater big enough in the world that could accommodate the kind…
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After Primary, I went to a high school specified for girls only and after completing my studies there; my father took the initiative in deciding that I should now go to College and complete my graduation. My father searched a girl’s only College which was far away from our house but as I was to…
Rick and I avoided any kind of drama we feared our kids might put us through if they knew we were seeing each other. In fact, Kellie, by way of Brandon, provided him with all kinds of information about me in order to pull off some unexpected surprises. He bought gold circle tickets to see…
“It was best of the times; it was worst of the times.” (A tale of two cities – Charles Dickens) It was best of the times on March 11, 1990, when I cried for the first time after coming out of the womb of my mother; it was also the worst of the times, as…