Middle Ages Stories Novels & Stories

MILF, Older Woman with Younger Men, Virgin, Threesome, Big Tits, Big Booty, Big Cocks, Kissing, Titty Sucking, Dick Sucking, Anal Licking, Anal Fingering, Pussy Eating, Finger Fucking, Anal, Double Penetration August was once my favorite month of the year. It was better than Christmas, Thanksgiving, and every other holiday combined. It was my personal holiday season, at least the first two weeks and that was all I needed. For those fourteen days, my life was my own again. I pined for it like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.

Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. ******* Anyone who's read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I've written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you. Everyone is over 18. ***** Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

" I can make your wish come true. You won't be a coward . You will be a sought-after member of the crowd . The train screeched into the twenty-third street station .My stop. The door opened. I stood half in , half out , keeping them open . I didn't want to be just a member of the in crowd. I wanted more . " I want Richmond to come back into my life." I blurted out. I figured I might as well go with a wish nobody could grant . She frowned " Are you sure .... ? I could offer you with more . " " I have never been more sure ." I said . " All right , dear . Granted. " I walked to school confused . What had I encountered ? Who was the old lady ? Was she some sort of fairy godmother like in Cindere

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

Nosy neighbors? Then there were the pictures of the participants who were new to us. But first, let me describe Joseph and Karla. They, like Layla and me, are in their mid-30s. When we first met them, we referred to them as the “compact couple.” He’s about five-foot-six, and she’s a little shorter. He’s a dark-complexioned, hairy guy, and she’s a tiny bombshell of a blonde, who’s perfectly smooth down below. I’ve always loved sinking my dick into that shaved pussy of hers, while watching my Layla—longlegged,

Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something. “Noah,” he answers me. “We just pronounced it a little differently.” I nod. “Sometimes, I wish I could have seen the world back then.” “No,” Noah says. “You really don’t. People like to make up this romantic fantasy about the old times, but life back then was hard.” “Oh fuck, yeah,” Pria says. “Especally in the middle ages. Do you remember it?” “Hard to forget,” Haldor answers. “After that fuck twat started with his shit.”

Halfway through the book, it abruptly took a turn, as the handwriting seem to become more informal and hurried in its intent. “July 31 – My sister and I had a most amazing day. Our father introduced us to a young man who appeared at our door early this morning. It turned out that he was our father’s new apprentice. He was a most handsome young man in his early twenties who spoke to us as if we were