Long before she let herself through the front door it was obvious to Tabitha that Sunbeam was home. From several doors down the suburban street she could hear the sound of seventies heavy metal and, accompanying the record, Sunbeam's own guitar playing that was roughly, but not exactly, in tune. It was a wonder the neighbours didn't complain more than they d...
Cindy has been working regular and there had been not more rough sessions since her beating. She has seen John on occasion and they have talked but John has not sampled Cindy's merchandise, not that she has not offered and John for sure likes what she has. John is just a little protective and well he looks at Cindy like someone needing a friend and protector...
Ursula almost remembered the dream that night. The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet...
The story that follows is a re-telling of my last year's Nude Day contest entry, 'Okay, Baby, We'll Do It!' but this time from Kirsty's viewpoint instead of Helen's. Hope you like it Kirsty was bored. Not mind-numbingly bored, just couldn't-be-bothered-to think-of-anything-to-do-before-supper bored. She'd picked up the local paper to read for something to d...
Ms. Michelle Lewis could hardly teach her Chemistry class as her body trembled and pussy dampened in her navy dress pants as she thought of her fellow teacher, Ms. Amelia Parks. The only "chemistry" she wanted at that time was with Amelia! Amelia was in her mid-30's and was the most beautiful woman Michelle had laid eyes on. Her long, straight, dark brown...
Fear. Embarrassment. Dread. Daisy felt a cocktail of feelings at the sound of Emma's voice. She had barely had time to process everything that had been going on since last night, and now a new wrench was being thrown in. Emma could not see her like this. No one could ever know what she had been doing to herself. She could see it now. Headlines across...
"Hey Em, could you drop a fresh cup of coffee at table 12? My bladder is about to burst and she's been waiting too long." Jeff begged, dropping plates in the sink and shoving the clearing tub underneath. "Jeffery P. Davis you know damn well my shift was supposed to be over three hours ago. I want out of here." Emily glared at him, already untying her apron....
"Our eyes met across a crowded room." So goes the old line from many films and countless cheap novels. In my case it wasn't true. The 'crowded room' part was correct, but I only saw the back of her head. A cascade of hair draped past her waist, and black. So black it seemed to absorb the light. I was hypnotised by it, my gaze fixed upon it. It drew me forwa...
It was a simply sublime afternoon. Sublime, intriguing, stimulating, satisfying and absolutely mind blowingly fucking exciting. They had met in the bar of the hotel. A brief kiss on the cheek and a glass each of dry white wine before lunch. They ate sparingly, pasta and salads, but befitting the reason for them meeting, they drank nearly two bottles of a fu...
OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Sorry for those looking for sequels to my other stories, I had a few in the works and lost the drive they were on. This was at the front of my mind...