My friends had suggested I needed a vacation. It had been nearly two years since my jerkface shitwad ex-husband had walked out on me and the kids. I had worn myself ragged trying to keep up with all the schedules, homework and extra-curriculars, then trying to keep up with my own job - forget trying to have a life of my own. Dickface had picked up the kids...
As Ally lay awake in her bed, listening to the moans coming through the wall, she found herself thinking about her own love life. She didn't currently have a boyfriend. She's only ever had sex a few times before and only with one person. She's not adventurous in the bedroom at all. She sighed and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head to try and drown o...
Celia. What a woman. Long slender legs, pure skin, and womanly figure. Ripe for the plucking. Twenty-seven and sure of herself, she walks with the grace of a ballerina, long auburn hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, almost reaching the soft rise of her perfect arse. God, I wish I was like her. She stole my lover, and I hate her. But how can I be so...
The moment I woke up, my head was pounding. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples, and I had the worst migraine of my life. Trying to open my eyes was a mistake, but I didn’t realize until the stinging light caused my headache to flare up even worse. It was a pointless attempt anyway, in the brief second they were open I couldn’t see anything besides an in...
I sat in my doctors office, sore from all the testing I'd been through all morning. I'd been in a wreck a year prior and despite months of physiotherapy and x-rays and countless other tests I still had pain in my back that the doctors said I shouldn't have. "I've been over the results again Laura and I can't see anything wrong. Your spine is pristine, your...
Tingles (Chapter 2), The Hotel Room. Alison strode nervously up to room 237 and after a brief pause she knocked on the door. She had walked across the road and trying to avoid eye contact with the reception staff had taken the elevator to the second floor. If someone had asked her why she was in the hotel and not on her way to work, she would have struggled...
This is only a one scene story that I wrote quickly under the influence of a short burst of inspiration. I believe it stands on its own, but it can also be the beginning of a longer, more elaborate plot. Let me know in the comments if you'd like me to write a continuation, I can't promise that I will, but if there's enough demand, I might. -- "What about M...
Weekends were for a few things: parties, dates, booty calls, and sleep over's. The large suburban castle that my father had purchased with his six figure salary was often the host of these sleep over's. However, since that fateful day in the locker rooms, my relationship with my mother had changed. It hadn't even been a month since the first locker room and...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents Either is products of the author's Imagination or is used fictitiously. This story is not to be copied and posted to any other site unless authorized to do so. Aces * Copyright 2014 My name is Cheena Johnson; my friends back home called me CJ. I'm 25yrs old, 5'6", 160lbs built,...
As we laid together, in silence, a gentle breeze blew over our bodies caressing our smooth skin. The warmth of the sun's rays added perfect confront to another perfect encounter. The way I felt could not be put in words, I was elated that I was able to give her the same pleasure that she gave me. And I was equally happy that she desired me the same as I desi...