Fallout: The Untold Adventures

I think its so sweet when my step brother Kevin gives his girlfriend his stuff. He's given her his favorite hat, which he is EXTREMELY protective of. Like, never lets anyone even touch it. He's always going on about how its perfect and it is practically molded to fit his head, and he gave it to her. He also gave her his favorite jacket and he always lets her borrow his lucky karma beads. These things have been his lucky charm for three years. He never takes them off and he hates it when people touch them. He would do anything...

I really enjoyed being used by Jim. My ass pussy felt empty without his thick black cock inside. Sex with my wife was still satisfying, there was no question about that, but being with Jim was different. I'll admit to a fairly significant distraction in my life thinking about him. I was absolutely, 100% good with being used by him for his pleasure, being his bitch, or cunt, if you will. The pleasure I received, being used as a fuck toy by Jim was hard to describe, even to myself. My hole veritably throbbed with the thought and anticipation of being...

Excerpt from the memoirs of Stan R. Shealton, published author: "...a few hours later slowly escaping from the dream, I felt like I was leaving a place I had been for years, as though I belonged there. I woke with the images still in my vision and the most sensual feeling of waves of luscious moisture rushing over my body. I continued moaning uncontrollably, my feet digging into the mattress allowing my hips to flow forward, over and over again. Realizing at that moment I was gripping something I looked down to see my daughter's eyes closed and her slobbery, soaked...

Prologue I would like to thank those that have read my stories ancommented on them. This is a complete rewrite of the second chapter of my story “The Barfly” originally posted in the forum. I would like to ask those of you that honor me with negative votes in groups to leave some comments so that I may learn what readers dislike in my stories. I would also like to ask those of you that like my stories to throw a wote my way to keep them in an accessible position. Enjoy J. Bailey The Barfly, ch. 2, rewrite He woke...

She was trained to be a slave. Her name was Claire, her new master just calls her a bitch or cunt and other dirty things. *** “Claire!” her boyfriend called upstairs. “Are we still goin’ to that party tonight?” “Yeah!” she yelled back, “Go out to the car, I just need to grab my purse and piss.” She heard the door shut, she went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, rubbing her thighs when she’d pulled down her mini skirt. Claire’s only intention was to make herself wet, her boyfriend was huge when he got hard and without...

Cool summer afternoon when I walk into the pretzel store. The door was cracked open so I removed the stopper and gently pull on the door close. He appears from the back with a case of pretzels in his hands. He looks at me and say hello. I undo the buttons on my black leather trench coat and put my hands on my hips so my black lace panties with a neon pink ribbon and matching bra shows. I got my "fuck me " heals on accompanied with my see through stockings and I been waiting for to long. " I...

I have described it as Fiction, but most of my writings are semi-biographical. Not that I am embellishing, more like I'm toning down the reality. I was home alone when I got the call that my Uncle George was dead. I went to the funeral and met some relatives that I never knew I had. George was my dad’s older brother. I had to fly alone, my mom and step dad didn’t want to come. My dad died when I was two, so I never knew him. My mom remarried one year later to a traffic homicide cop who was investigating...

Reading through this I have found some of the dialect from my area has snuck in,, so to save all the comments about spelling and grammar, I’ll explain it. We use ‘me’ in place of ‘my’ in some instances and our mother is ‘mam’, so when Rachel say’s “I fell off me bike” and “This is me mam” this is correct speak for her. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, that have got through. I was around 24 and Susan 20 when we married, in under a year I was made head ground keeper, due to Sid retiring, this gave me more...

His name was Mike and I had known him since he had started delivering my paper at the age of fifteen. Since I was only twenty at the time and I was comfortable with teasing him about his heartbreaking good looks, he quickly realized that I was gay and dedicated to corrupting him. He was 5’9” 140 lbs. with dark eyes and dark shoulder length hair on a tanned and leanly muscled frame. I was looking forward to his coming of age. Over the next three years, we brought the art of flirting to a new height. Of course by this...

My name is Hunter Silvan. I am nineteen and had just finished burying the last of my family. We have lived here at the base of the northern mountains for ten generations. I have grown up learning to fight, track and hunt, my mother had made sure I could read and write as well. Life around the only pass out of the north was always hard. Besides the King’s Keep filled with soldiers, there were constant raids by Dark elves, orcs or goblins, there were occasionally trolls or long toothed lions. I straightened and looked across the fields in the valley...