This is a true story based on the personal experience of my best friend who was confident enough in herself to allow me to share it with you. All characters names in this story have been altered in order to protect their identities. My name is Nina, I am 24 years old, tall, naturally blond, bright eyed girl, I come from a small town in the north east of It...
I sat on the scenic train, unsure why exactly I had agreed to come. This wasn't my sort of thing amongst people I didn't know, kids running unchecked down the aisle. And yet quietly I sat doing the thing I do best...people watching. And then I saw her. For anonymity sake, I will call her Evelyn. I've always been a straight female, although I've had bi-curiou...
Rayleena's first day at the new club was a very good one indeed. Despite having to start on the afternoon shift, she had made more money than she did most nights at her old club. The men were predominantly businessmen and they had plenty of cash, and were especially eager to give it to the new girl in town. But the thing that struck Rayleena the most, the t...
The bar was three blocks away, easy enough to walk to. She took a seat on a stool in the middle of a long stretch of mahogany and ordered two shots of tequila -- it took the edge off. She scanned the scene; there were two college guys talking sports -- that didn't interest her. A businessman sat in a booth reading the Wall Street Journal... well-dressed, han...
Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night's cigarettes and hard, oh so hard cider. Her musty hair clung to... "whose pillow is this?" she thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not recognize. "Whose room is this?" She gazed at the dark blue room with Aztec frosting-white crown molding. "Is this a man's bedroom? How drunk was I...
It was a dreary morning when I finally arrived in West Virginia. My French teacher was concerned and thought it was a good idea for an Indian like me to join the 'French for Beginners' class there especially after she graded my paper. Apparently, they had the best training program in the South Atlantic region and amateurs could speak as good as a French T...
"Sophie? Is that you?" Sophie turned from the display she'd been looking at to see Alana Andrews standing there with an incredulous but wide grin on her face. They'd been hall mates in college some 3 years ago, but she hadn't seen her since. "Alana! Hi!" Sophie slung her intended purchases over one arm and rushed over for a hello hug. Alana's embrace was...
She is 26 years old, descended from gypsies, of which she is quite proud. She is tall and slender from the waist up, and below her hips and thighs are strong, but tentative. Her ass is a thing of glory, round and soft and perfectly smooth, a flower at full bloom. Her dark, enormous eyes show storms brewing from one moment to the next, and her passion for lov...
Now I'll tell you about my next meeting with Joan. Back at work Joan was a little stand-offish I thought after our experience, and acted differently than I was expecting for the obvious reason, and I felt she had lost interest in me. The following Saturday she had the day off while I had to work, and one of the items was a proposal I typed for her, so I ph...
Darkness creeps unrestricted, engulfing me in it's velvety arms, undulating, caressing- consuming. I lay flat on the bed, the silence overwhelming, and then, myself, my ragged breath, the pounding of my heart, the sinuous sliding of my skin on the sheets, my legs, up and down... up, and down, rubbing, pressing together, anything to ease the delicious tension...