Heart Is Where the Home Is Ch. 02

Zoe and Matthew were over at Priya and Raj's house Friday evening the following weekend. Zoe's sister Priya was looking phenomenal even though she was dressed casual. She wore worn-down brown cords, no socks (toenails unpolished), and a tight white long-sleeved shirt that was a little small for her. Whenever she stood up, or reached up, or hunched down (you had to do these things a lot when you have a young child) her shirt slid up a little, giving teasing glimpses of the stretch-marked skin of her sexy belly. She also had her hair thrown back in two little pigtails -- one on each side of her head. It gave her a youthful, girlish look that turned Matthew on like you would not believe. He couldn't remember the last time he saw an adult woman with that hairstyle. The secret lovers could not keep their eyes off of each other. After a couple of hours, around eight o'clock, Priya could stand it no longer. She was standing by the door to the basement. "Matthew, would y...

As usual the car arrives to pick me up at 7:00. I always make sure I'm ready. When I get in, I say hello to a woman I know well and lean forward to accept the blindfold she has for me. It covers my eyes leaving me with no sight and I know that it will be there for a while to come. We drive for a long time and eventually pull up and I am lead out of the car, up a step into a house and up some stairs. When I enter the room I know I must keep the blindfold on and I am told to strip by a man. I do as he says and then he orders me onto the bed on all fours. I am feeling horny now and my pussy is feeling wet. I am able to take his tool in my snatch and as he starts to pump me, I feel another one probing at my mouth. Both pricks are big making me guess that they are black men's cocks. I am spit roasted there on the bed, both men fucking my holes and I am getting worked up as I try to satisfy both of them. In a corner will be someone filming the whole experience for later viewing wh...

*Hey, it's Oghma! Long time no see everyone! I've been caught up in a lot of stuff going on in my home life, and as a result this chapter just kept getting trashed and rewritten. But I hope you enjoy the fruits of my efforts, and I thank you all for your patience. * **Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, dark subject matter, and metaphysical weirdness ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older. * The sounds of impact rang through the gym. Again and again flesh and bone met padding and pleather with ferocity. The recoil shot through Marcus' knuckles, leaving behind a powerful sting. Yet it did not sway him in the slightest, rather he just continued to push through it and ramped up his ferocity. Every now and then, he threw out a kick to break through the combo. Fatigue and pain were meaningless concepts to him. What wasn't obvious to an outside observer was that he wasn't just practicing combos and fighting an imaginary opponent; ...

Since this is part 3, it would probably make sense to read the first 2 parts, first. But, this one probably can stand alone, too. * * * * * After I pressed play, the movie began with a young couple, not unlike ourselves driving a convertible down a beautiful country road. The radio was playing a (relatively) current song. The girl was absolutely beautiful, in that girl-next-door-who's-ultra-hot-but-doesn't-know-it kind of way. The guy appeared a bit older, rugged, good looking. Emily snuggled in next to me. The camera pulled back an up, so that we could see that there was a picnic basket in the back seat and that the guy had his hand resting on the girl's perfect, bare leg, just below the hem of her short skirt. They pulled off the main road onto a little lane that meandered through some woods into a picturesque valley. Of course, the road ended in a secluded spot, overlooking a small waterfall. About a half mile upstream, a highway bridge crossed the brook. So far, there...

*** Lainey On Tuesday, I rushed off to the airport after work, barely making the flight. It was a pain to stow my bag being one of the last people on the plane, but I found an empty spot a few rows behind my seat. I'd only flown a few times in my life and all of those occasions were smaller planes like that one. I was hoping for a big plane with first-class seats, but no. For a moment, I felt a tinge of anger about that. Why would my rich boyfriend fly me out on a cheap plane ticket? Wasn't I worth it? When I found my row after struggling through the throng of weary, angry, late arrivals, I dropped into my aisle seat, unaware of anything around me. I was digging in my purse for my earbuds when I heard a familiar voice. "Hello, dear. I was worried you weren't going to make it." "Mrs..." she cut me off with a frown. Then as she saw my recognition take hold, she smiled. "Janis, hello! I'm sorry, I'm a bit frazzled from running so late. How are...