Goth girl Stories

"I'm here for my hoodie." His ex-girlfriend glares at him from the doorstep, all 5'6 of her. Dark eyes glower beneath a blue-dyed pixie cut. With a smile, he welcomes her inside and she brushes past him in a gust of lavender perfume, big gothic boots clomping against the wooden floor. His eyes track her as she passes; big tits straining under a black tanktop, chequered skirt swishing in red and white, pale legs in fishnet...

Four years ago, I made a huge mistake. I turned eighteen and married my childhood sweetheart, which sounds very romantic until you know the details. My wife and I were both raised in fundamentalist religious families. We were only allowed to date with chaperones, and I really believed that it was a good idea to save yourself for marriage. Man, was I wrong. It turns out my wife Sara hates sex. On our wedding night, she cri...

“Over my lap girl, now,” Graham said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I glared at him from across the room. “No. Make me!” His eyes flashed with desire and I felt the breath leave my lungs. This was our favourite game and neither of us ever held back. Safety words were for amateurs. He sighed. “Do I have to restrain you, Sam?” “Ha! It’s the only way you’re going to get me.” I stood loosely rocking on the balls of my feet...