That Friday (Sept. 26, when I returned from my business trip on the other side of the country) will always be a special date for me. Maybe even more special than family birthdays. Because it was my first of many times riding the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I didn’t think about it that day,…
I got home from Black Friday shopping the next afternoon and found a long florist’s box with a big red bow on the dining room table. I was just about to open it until Brandon ambled down the staircase. “That just came for you,” he said. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” I told…
When I woke up Saturday morning I was alone in bed. I briefly wondered if yesterday had all been a dream, but the tenderness of my ass told me it was real. I crawled out of bad and briefly considered putting on a robe but then thought why bother. I walked downstairs to the kitchen…
She and I had kept in touch, of course, if only through customary means. A thoughtful card at Christmas and on our respective birthdays, that sort of thing. When a letter arrived from her in the autumn, I was pleased to read that she would be in town the following month and invited me to…
Alone, empty. Apart, void. Separately, fragmented. Individually, nothing. Not thinking, not feeling, not caring, just…existing. Existing, yes, but in the basest sense — not truly being. Together, we are no longer empty, void, fragmented. We are replete. We are meaningful. We are whole. Together, we are everything. Together, we are. Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/fragmented-too
When I was sixteen years old, one my dad’s old drinking buddies said to me, one day, “Son, you probably don’t realise it now, but these are the best years of your life. Once you finish school, it’s all downhill from there. Mark my words on that.” My heart kind of sank when he told…
Following the summer of ’83 Eddie went away to college and I remained home on the farm and attended a local college taking up business. Throughout Eddie’s four years of college we remained in contact and went out together on various holidays when he came home and also during the summer months. Regardless of what…
* Reparation (re-pə-rā-shən) n. : replenishment of a previously inflicted loss by the perpetrator to the victim through amendments, apology or giving satisfaction * The bells rang over the murmuring of people around her who took a collective sigh. The captain announced that he was beginning his descent. She admonished herself for being nervous, she…
As I was surfing the internet looking in the web for sex in chat sites, I suddenly became engaged chatting with a beautiful girl from Cordoba, México, but… I happened to be familiar with that town! We continued like this and from there on we started to swing to Messenger in order to have a…
Mom’s older brother, Jessie, was always a flirt and often thought he was God’s gift to woman. He was always quite the womanizer and knew just how to work the scene, even given his advancing age. I could see this as he mingled with the large crowd of family on our huge deck at the…
This story began 14 years ago , the destination was very ready to reunion us as we should be . I was porn in a happy family with dad and mom and my younger sister ,5 years difference. she was and still beautiful and nice loving girl . we had spent very good time in…
It has been a month since Uncle Kerry’s niece, Lilly, moved in with him. Day after day they ravaged each other, enjoyed the freedom of being alone without risk. When he thought she couldn’t possibly turn him on more or surprise him, she proved him wrong. If he could marry her he would… Surely they…
She thought about it all as she drove home. The first thing she saw in her mind was that cock of his and its size but Ellen still could not believe she let herself offer her cousin to slide it inside her. But boy, when it went in her it felt soooo good. Yes it…
This is the sequel chapter to Reunited, in order to gain context, please read the first chapter for more pleasure… Meg. His cock is throbbing in my mouth as I hold his hips closer, looking up, I can only see a gorgeous young man in front of me. He is someone I had never laid…
Chrissy gets more than a hug and a peck on the cheek at her family reunion… If I look back into all the photo albums, from when I was 3, to when I was 9, almost all the photos would be of my cousins and I on their farm. Oh how I loved the train…
