Leyla is the hardest worker you'll ever meet. She busted her ass through high school, college, med school, etc. Her hard work continues on with any and everything she does. She's now a doctor and everyday is hard work....and stressful. Coming home from another long and stressful day of work had Leyla beat. She planned on having a glass of wine and slipping...
Britney returned home from the beauty shop. Tiffany had been working part time for only a few weeks. Britney was a striking 42 y/o mother of two with auburn hair with curly locks falling on her shoulders. For years, she had disappointed in her breasts, which were "small" by today's standards, a large B, but with exercise, her breasts had remained firm and wi...
My name is Lara, I am 25 years old and a lesbian, yes, you heard me, I am a lesbian. Perhaps I should start with a little description of myself, to set the mood a little bit. Okay here goes... I am four foot ten inches tall, tiny I know, but my height is not the only thing on me that is tiny. My breasts are 28 A cup, practically none existent really. Very s...
Lisa Smith walked in through the front door of her flat and smelt the familiar feel of her home. She dropped her case and just stood, breathing in the slightly stale air. Leaning back slightly she felt the wall touch her shoulder blades and she smiled. Picking up her case she made her way to the kitchen and dropped it by the washing machine. Unzipping it she...
The drive to Mary's home would take about 15 minutes normally, but now, with the rush hour traffic, it was quite likely that it was going to take considerably longer. Mary sat in the front passenger seat, next to Mrs. Brown and looked around her at the other cars and at the pedestrians all hurrying to be somewhere else. It had begun to rain quite heavily an...
This is the second and final installment of this series. It can be read as a standalone story. Enjoy! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
It was shopping day again, I got my husband off to work and the kids off to school. I had my morning shower staying a little longer than normal, some of the muscles in my back and legs felt a little tight. I got myself ready for the shopping trip. I wandered around the shopping centre trying on some nice clothes and of course, some shoes. Last on the list wa...
In my work I sometimes have to go out of country to attend to clients, which is why I was on this flight once. It's not important why and where exactly, but it was a damn long flight. Luckily I was going on one of those airlines (don't say which) that hands out free drinks during the entire flight. I don't drink alcohol, so I stick to juices. And since every...
We are outside by the pool wearing nothing but small swimsuits. You are complaining about being too hot but don't want to get in the water because we have to leave soon to meet the guys. You don't want to be late or have to go through a lot to get ready again. I've been watching your sexy body all day, we have known each other for months but I've yet to reve...
Joyce turned me on the first time we met: a tall and sleek brown-eyed blonde who modeled part-time, she was a lot of fun to be with and a great dancer. She had two roommates and I lived in a little trailer with my Dad, so most of our making-out had been kind of furtive (is one of Joyce's roomies coming? Does Dad hear . . .?). But maybe because of the fear of...