I want to take a second to clear things up. I have gotten several e-mails asking if this story is true or not and the answer is yes. The story takes place back in 2002. My real name is Amber. Sara is not the name of the girl. The trick is I am Sara in this story and Sara is Amber. I did not know how true I wanted to make this but now I decided on telling the...
In the darkness of the room, my eyes close and I listen to my breathing and heartbeat. The sheets freshly laundered, the slight sweetness of the fabric softener fills my senses. Gradually my body warms the bed and I doze off in the enveloping warmth. The shaft of light from the hallway brings me out of my slumber. Its quickly extinguished as the door closes...
These two girls are flirting, and only one of them knows it. Cat is eighteen and smiling and a freshman; this cozy box of a room on whose carpet she lounges is the dormitory residence of Ellie, the junior, whose legs are very long. Ellie lies across the bed, and she peeks down at her companion with two extra years' worth of knowingness. Her toes dance behind...
Gently I take your face in my hands, snaking my fingers into your hair and look long into your eyes, before I lean and softly kiss them, slowly. Moving my lips down to your mouth, kissing your cheeks as I go, I brush your lips lightly with mine, over and over, teasing you, before parting mine and lightly licking over your join with my tongue. With a soft mur...
There are some who alighted at the same branch every time they landed but a few preferred a different perch every time. Evelyn, 25, was one such person who drank the elixir from various fountains life had to offer, never sticking to the same thing for a long time. She frequently changed everything: job, men, house... not to mention hairstyle and what not....
The sun was just beginning to set over the crystal clear water of the lake; its dying golden-reddish light glimmering in the lazy ripples caused by a late summer breeze. Chloe looked peacefully at Sarah,"It was so sweet of you to invite me to your Aunt Naomi's farm. It has been a weekend I will never forget, topped off with a picnic overlooking an amazing s...
Jessica had rushed home from work to put the finishing touches on her gift. She had taken the last hour off and beaten the traffic home, knowing the Brittany wouldn't be back until well after five. It was now 5:15. The rose pedals were strewn over the bed, the candles were lit, and she was clean shaven. Jessica stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel a...
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...
The 747 descended slowly and gracefully towards the runway at Heathrow Airport as I looked eagerly out of my window seat gazing at the tiny houses of Hounslow. A slight bump and the roar of the engines being thrown into reverse thrust and we were home again after our very sexy holiday in Jamaica. Not to mention the fantastic fucking I had received at 30,000...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...