Disclaimer: this is a purely fictional story. All characters are over the age of 18, and are not modeled around specific people. ***** Chapter 1: Good Girls Study Samantha walked through the front door, her classes done for the day. Immediately the classic sounds of the Sappho Sorority House's hustle and bustle took over. Music filtered from various bed...
Thanks for all of the great feedback! I've tried to respond to some of you who have left their email address, but it seems that some of them aren't working, so please make sure your email is correct - I'd love to communicate with some of you :-) * Denise woke up in a strange bed in a strange room. She sat up, trying to remember the events from the night b...
This is a continuation of Memories. Thanks to all of you for your words of encouragement and votes. The following is taken from the end of chapter 3. * I pushed the button to release the catch. I looked at Jean and she said, "Hop in bed. I will answer the door when she gets her. We will all party then. Do you have enough energy left and juices to share wit...
I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting. 'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress y...
Ever since I had moved home from college, I'd had this curiosity. I played hockey, but the team that I played with was two of my sisters and a bunch of women with an average age of 35 so I never really felt I had anything in common with most of them. I was about 24 at the time. One evening, we had a new skater join us. She was a college soccer player and fr...
The following are stories or chapters of my life based on true-life experiences with some of my own fantasies added in so as to embellish and satisfy my own lust. It took me a while to write this first chapter as I could only get so far along before getting so turned on that I had to take break and take care of business. Now that I got this first chapter out...
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay... Chanukah, the "Festival of Lights", began early this year which was just fine with Lisa and Deborah. Their annual Chanukah traditions had a bit of a twist to it. Each day of Chanukah they would light a candle and one of them would spin the dreidel. A few years ago, they developed a cheat sheet for the pic...
Jennie pressed a finger into her thigh to check the progress of her tanning. She flopped back into the lounge chair, her arms dropping over the side. 'I'm bored, bored, bored,' kept racing through her mind. So this was supposed to be one of the great times of her life, high school behind her, college just ahead. Her mother kept telling her, "Relax, enjoy the...
Denise stood outside of the club, her stomach nervous with butterflies. "Come on," she said to herself, "you can do it." She pushed the door opened and stepped inside. It was nicer than what she imagined - a long bar against the back wall with a dozen vinyl stools in front of it, luscious velvet booths lined the back of the clubs - some had curtains surro...
As we sit on the bed I start to kiss your neck. As I move up to your ear I start to gently purrrrr. My tongue darts out and I give a quick lick of the side of your ear. I place my hands on the sides of your face and draw it towards me. I lean in to kiss you, but don't. Instead I kiss the corners of your lips first, then the top lip, then the bottom, gently....