I sat with my back against the footboard, legs stretched out in front of me, crossed at the ankles. I smoked and watched her sleep. I had never wanted anyone so badly in my life: to be kissed, held and touched by her, to hear her words whispered so softly in my ear. I wanted to be inside her -– not just inside her but all of me in her, living and breathing...
Tina and Alice had been lovers for almost six months now, after first meeting each other at a dyke bar off-campus one night. Two sleek and frisky Literature majors, they confessed to each other that even though both young and older men had been drooling over them for as long as they could remember, it was pussy, rather than cock, that got them steamy. Soon t...
Karen struggles to awake from the deepest sleep of her life. Her head is in a cloud, worse than the worse hang over she has ever experienced. As consciousness slowly returns, memories of an erotic dream start to return to her befuddled mind, dreams of eating pussy. She tries to stand and that's when it hits her. Her arms and legs are tied to the posts of the...
Hi! I'm Izaya and this is my first story, so criticisms are appreciated, either as a comment or to my email on my profile. Chapter 2 will up in a month or two, or whenever I get around to finishing it. Chapter 1: Arrival Abigail let out a deep sigh as she surveyed her new room. It was sizeable enough, with a single twin bed fit snuggly in one corner and a...
Casey snuggled close again, her long brown hair tickling my exposed skin in the half-light of the fire. Even after two deeply satisfying orgasms, I couldn't believe I wanted more. As her breath moistened the side of my neck, the hint of her lips' caress set me aflame. "Mmmmm......." I breathe. My neck was one of my most sensitive areas. And Casey loved to...
Note from the Authoress: This story doesn't form part of the Julie Journals as it is a work of fiction. This story was inspired by a comment left about another story I wrote. The comment went, "Why do I only seem to get offers from fat businessmen when I travel?" I chatted to the maker of the comment and we discussed a few ideas and I have ended up writing t...
It is a picture postcard night on the deserted beach, and I am the insomniac drifting in its midst. There is no real reason why I can’t sleep – I am just another restless soul in search of moonlight and some sea air. By day, I am a doctor. My hours are spent putting other lives before my own, offering hope to the hopeless and performing the miracles of moder...
As I pull into the driveway, I feel the butterflies return to my stomach. We've hung out before, fooled around before, but every time I see her, I get butterflies. I sit in the truck for a minute, remembering the last time I saw her. I can feel myself getting wet as I remember how her hands felt on my breasts, her breath on my clit. I shake myself out of my...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A special thanks to Colleen Thomas for advice and her never-ending friendship and to all my friends to give me special help and tips…I love you all! The upturned face. Closed eyes. Parted, wet kissable lips. I laugh to myself, of all people to want my son's girlfriend. Here I am close to 45 years old. I know I'm good-looking and in great...
I knew she'd been watching me. I kept looking up and seeing her eyeing me from the bar. All legs and hips, dressed in a tight, little white two-piece; no stockings, and black stilettos that would have given most women vertigo. I don't know what made me keep looking at her, there was something about that long brunette hair, those dark liquid eyes and that sm...