Trigger warning: Suicide and dark themes. Krystal, a young adult girl, is depressed and has lost the will to live. She has tried to have her life ended several times and she wants things to end her way, but that requires some assistance, and that assistance requires time. To keep the depression at bay, Krystal masturbates frequently, uses sex to fill the void inside her, spends time at work, and socializes, even though she doesn't feel like doing any of those things.
Sex Contents: Much Sex | Genre: Drama Tags: Ma/Fa, Fa, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Rough, Black Female, White Female, Cream Pie, Facial, Masturbation, Necrophilia, Small Breasts Downloads: 687 | Votes:* | Score:* Size: 122KB | 22,741 words |
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Anne is a fourteen year old girl who thinks she is too plain to attract her handsome father. She finds out a girl doesn't have to be a trophy wife or a porn star to be sexy. I like this character more than most I've written. She is tough, determined, and willing to go after what she wants. She realises that she is responsible for her own happiness. Treating everyone with respect and accepting the validity of teenagers' sexual desires is a major theme. I hope you enjoy this short story
Where's Waldo? It was a popular kids game back in the eighties, but now I'm playing it for real, against a very determined opponent, with my marriage and my happiness hanging in the balance.
Maggie, a disillusioned and adulterous 39 year old preacher's wife, takes a job with a humanitarian organization in Africa. In the course of her adventures, she meets a young man.
a young husband and wife spice up their sex life with a role play game, then Hubby brings in toys and bondage, the wife gets over stimulated and orgasms frequently much to hubbies pleasure so develops the game from there.
“Ethel’s coming to visit,” my wife Jenny announced to me. “Oh?” I hadn’t seen Ethel for two months, not since I fucked her at the behest of my wife. Jenny was helping her oldest and best friend, recently widowed, recover from long years of isolation and sadness. I had been the chosen instrument, or rather I had the chosen instrument, to re-introduce Ethel to romantic life and sex. “How is she doing?” “Wonderfully! She’s lost most of her extra weight, bought herself a new wardrobe, and is look