I stood in the shower off my bedroom, the warm water falling on my head and trickling down my back. I had just got in, and my front side and legs weren’t even fully wet yet. My cock hung there, half mast, still slick from being deep inside my baby sister just minutes before. There was a slight tinge of blood from her hymen rupturing during her first time, and it was mixed with my semen from having cum inside her - I hope...

Jack exited the study hall; no one was in the hallway at the moment. Jack made a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for someone to find out what he did, especially Sophie. Jack felt bad for what he had done, but the thought of Ms. Waters overrides his guilt. He vowed to himself that it would only be Ms. Waters and Sophie that he would have sex with. Jack checked his watch. It had only been around an hour since t...

I was still coming when I got dressed Leggings pulled up over my steamy wet cunt, and my hot heavy breasts encased, straining, wanting to be free Bleary eyed, out of breath, I unlocked the door and the early morning breeze carried my musky sweet scent across the sleeping houses My body is still hot when I walk into the cold morning My nipples salute the black sky My arms shiver and send shocks to my sex My middle is soup,...

Chapter Six: The Girl that was not Quite Tessa The snow had begun to fall in earnest long before Tessa reached the first streetside motel she could find, somewhere down Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard. Though not a large dog, the weight of Pickles on one shoulder and the pack on the other, combined with the whipping of the freezing wind had her trudging along tiredly. The new jacket was dusted with a light covering of snow and...

Chapter One: The Beauty of Broken Things Kelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings, gray against a grayer morning sky. It was not the dark waters of the river itself, lapping along endlessly in their dance, or even the fog-cloaked hulk of the East River Ferry, in the distance that made th...

A shaky, short, shallow breath could be heard in the darkness. What sounded like panting began to slow and become full breaths again in the night. A candle, sending the soft fragrance of chamomile throughout the room, which sits upon the dresser opposite the master bed, casts a beautiful illumination onto the bed, and even more impressive shadows on the wall behind the head of the bed. A deck of tarot cards sat beside the...

The floor is cold. It's dark old marble and there are no carpets. But it's ok. It's curing my skin from the heat of my encounter. Everything from this perspective seems immense. I feel little, abandoned by myself between the ruins of an old culture. I sense the ropes all over my body. They slither like snakes and they are comfortable and soft like a warm jumper on a freezing winter day. My lust is drooling all over my thi...

It was one of those moments that gives a punch of sobriety in the nose after existing for a month or so inside a basic haze. I surveyed the bookshelf for a tome to get lost in when I saw a vision of who I'd been before my wife became my mistress who made me clean her pussy after men fucked her, the men often fucking her in my presence. I'd put up measures of resistance at first but she'd slickly eased me into a position o...