Francis Y. Algonkin

Francis Y. Algonkin

Writer, interested in many themes, very creative and outspoken.

  • Francis Y. Algonkin
    Published 2 years ago
    The Fatal Vicky

    The Fatal Vicky

    As they were going to the room 1006, the excitement grew in him. This was his fifth time with Vicky but he still felt nervous as though they have just met. Her fee was $260 for one hour but he would always leave $300. Not that he felt obliged to do so, but he honestly felt that the girl deserved it.
  • Francis Y. Algonkin
    Published 2 years ago
    Hand Dominance

    Hand Dominance

    Jake and Jennifer were together for three years. She had high hopes for that relationship. He, on the other hand, didn't. He was a fun hungry 28-year-old and she was 31 year old woman looking to settle. Three years ago, they met at a mutual acquaintance party. She was drawn to him because of his deep manly voice that gave him a certain aura of security and stability. He was a young, upwardly web developer looking to find himself a girlfriend. Although one couldn't find many reasons to put those two together, they met in a just the right moment for both of them. One thing led to another and they started dating. After a month, they had their first sex.
  • Francis Y. Algonkin
    Published 2 years ago
    Horny Mayor

    Horny Mayor

    Your Worship. He liked being called like that and although that custom was obsolete for many decades, he renewed it for "good old times" as he would say to his followers. But the truth was quite different. Mayor Grimes liked power. And everything that came with it.
  • Francis Y. Algonkin
    Published 2 years ago
    She Wants a Young Meat

    She Wants a Young Meat

    She always had an appetite for younger men. Right now as she was sucking his young cock, and expecting a volcano of hot sperm in her mouth, she remembered her first blowjob. She was a college student, 21 years old and she sucked a freshman, two years younger. She remembered because her current lover had the same smell. The smell of the unshaven, sweaty man balls.
  • Francis Y. Algonkin
    Published 2 years ago
    Night of the Living Lesbians

    Night of the Living Lesbians

    They were very good colleagues. It all started one day when Luisa dropped her handkerchief and Gail reached first for it. Their hands briefly touched, and a spark of electricity shocked them both. At first, neither of them cared about the incident too much. But it happened again. When they were both in a washroom, in front of the mirror repairing their make up, Gail left her hand cream at the desk. Luisa asked if she could borrow a bit. As both their hands reached for it, again they touched and again there was that spark.