"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown" George Bennard ** Monday, 14...
Megan Reece had always done well at school and thus it was no surprise to her family and friends when she graduated as a teacher from university. She had worked hard studying geography, her favour subject. Teacher training had been relatively easy too. Whilst her fellow students had enjoyed their newfound freedom Megan continued as she had during her schooli...
The Dance Teacher- Things Heat Up. I had just finished satisfying my lover and looked at her as she lay in the bed in a restful after sex slumber. In a couple of weeks I had gone from denying being a lesbian to being able to sexually satisfy a woman nearly ten years my senior with my tongue. I didn't start wearing rainbow buttons or attending parades, I c...
Katrin would not tell her where they were going, only giving directions and instructions from the passenger seat as Anne drove them there. She'd dressed in the clothes Katrin had laid out for her on the bed -- the bra she'd worn earlier, a tight black top with a v-neck that showed off her cleavage, a short summer skirt and heeled sandals, nothing else -- and...
Purity, the punk-pop princess beloved of the tabloids for her raunchy, in-your-face persona coupled with sweet, sugary songs, plus her willingness to display her luscious body and smouldering sensuality in steamy videos, was on her knees satisfying her record label head. She worked the man's cock with expert skill, moaning in genuine pleasure at the feel of...
(on a side note, this is the first erotic writing I've submitted. Please let me know what you think.) * Kara tossed her cards into the center of the table. "Fold. Can we get on with it?" she asked impatiently. The fellow sitting to her right, Collen something-or-other, tossed his hand in as well, nodding. Directly across the table from Kara, Laurent...
I didn't know I was gay until I'd first had sex with another girl. We never spoke again afterwards, but it lit up a dark room for me. Girls became less like objects of jealousy and more like objects of desire. I wasn't competing with them any more, I was competing for them. I'd never had much luck. All of the girls that showed any interest in me had been in...
Melissa's confidence grew and grew. By Spring semester she was still bright, intelligent, quirky but now had confidence as well. Not arrogance or even conceit she just was no longer the little girl being put down by a jealous, insecure mother. In fact I would say she was doing better at college than me. Her sweet, happy disposition and nature remained, but s...
This is Camilla's gift to me: a helpless Fiona to do whatever I want with. I saddle up, making sure to dig the heels of my riding boots into her sides. She winces so I pull her head up with the reins, giving her hair a sharp tug too. "You're my little pony now, Fiona," I tell her. Camilla's getting comfortable on Ashley, stroking her ears and the back of he...
I walked into the hotel café , as usually late, as usually slightly flustered from all the things that I managed to not do to get here in time, but also with a sense of more serious trepidation mixed with excitement gnawing at my throat. Not every day after all one meets a person with whom one shared the wildest of sexual fantasies. In fact, I have never d...