(Note To Readers: This story does not feature anyone having sex. The characters only discuss sex and their relationship. If not for some of the explicit words it could be rated PG 13. If you are looking for something more hard core please don't waste your time.) * "Why won't you suck my nipples?" "Are you serious?" "Yes. I suck yours all the time!" "But...
My celebration of freedom The apartment was finally mine. I just saw her off at the airport and came home to look at my roommate- less haven for the next three weeks. Three weeks by myself, my time of absolute freedom. And tonight I was going to go in search of someone with to share the exhilaration of an empty apartment that I was feeling. Since I had not e...
Marsha smoothed back her red hair and walked slowly toward her front door. She was in the middle of her workout and not eager to greet a door-to-door salesman, or for that matter anyone who'd talk long enough that her heart rate would slow. She needed to keep it at 80% of her maximum rate for 45 minutes if she was going to keep the cellulite from building up...
Here's a little thing I wrote as an exercise, trying to get things flowing and trying out some new stuff. This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This particular chapter takes place between chapters...
I arrived in Orlando in the early hours after a 12 hours of flying covering 4200 miles, I collected my hire car and read the directions to my hotel. I could nor make sense of the directions so being a clever Scottish lass I waved down a cop car, I explained my problem and I guess my mini skirt shapely legs and the bags under my eyes, the cops took pity on th...
Spilled a little cappuccino on my white skirt. The brown stain spreads like a sunspot, an areola. The waiter glances back at my discomfort with a contemptuous smirk. I smile back sharply, an unspoken fuck you. My nails tap impatiently at the green patio table. Don't know what I am waiting for. Fuck I just bought that skirt, dry clean only. I have a good...
Note to readers. This is a revised version of an earlier piece with the same name. I've incorporated some very helpful suggestions from two anonymous sources and excellent editing suggestions from Estragon. * There is a name for heaven on earth. Tribbing. It's also called scissoring, grinding, and pussy pounding. When you do it with the woman you love, it...
The girls were dressed in high-heeled leather boots, short leather skirts and bras or just panties and bras and open high-heeled shoes, showing off their feet. Others even wore jeans, sneakers and tank tops. The one thing they all had in common was rage, they were angry. At what, who knew, but they were all descending on an unsuspecting city street. As about...
I hadn't been expecting it - not at all. I'd realized a while before that I was bi. I mean, girls turned me on so much - the way they moved, the sight of their breasts, the way they cross their legs so much when they're horny but don't want to let anyone know it... But guys turned me on just as much, so I figured I was bi. She was older than me, but still...
I look at her, and I know I want her. It's not the first time I've seen her tonight; I got here about four hours ago, and she was already here when I walked through the door. She hasn't danced at all. She's done nothing but watch the crowd, her dark eyes glittering with the reflection of the club's lights. I caught sight of her every once in a while, and I...