It is the little things that capture the imagination. The devil - the horny little devil - is in the detail. My eye is always drawn to the smaller picture. You can keep your supermodel looks and your Harvard MBAs, I'm far more likely to be drawn to a nicely turned ankle, the shape of a bra through a top, or a skirt curving neatly and snugly around an ass. On...
"Baby, calm down your breathing..." she spoke in-between kisses, and then she added "... the boys are coming." Nicki could feel that Taylor tensed up in her arms; Taylor lightened the grip around her neck and tried to pull away from her. Nicki wouldn't let her and she held her firmly in place; she wanted her to calm down first before letting her go. She also...
To mark the (slightly over) one year of me submitting stories to this site, I thought I would do a Halloween special. The origins of this story began with a play on the High Plains Drifter / Pale Rider westerns, but as I began to write it up, I had a slightly better idea. So I stirred in a little sprinkle of Folk Lore and a song I was listening to on the rad...
'You cannot seriously be thinking of letting Radstone Industries buy Z-Tech!!!'; Sara said to the oriental girl, exasperated at her obstinate approach. 'At the Commission, Miss Blake, we have stringent rules, and based on those, I have autonomy to determine whether to block your clients bid. Sara looked at the girl and could sense something was not right. He...
It had been a long flight from Paris. The events of the last few days were a swirling collage. A hurried exit from a small town in Asia, transiting through Tiblisi and Moscow and, finally, a drawn out debrief in the Paris embassy. Danielle and I did manage a short walk around the Place de le Concorde. It was during this walk where we began changing from our...
Sandra Scott had always been a wilful soul. Even as a child she pushed to the extreme limits of her parents patience. Things only got worse when she reached her teens and high school. She only stayed because of the boys and her class efforts showed as she barely passed her courses. At the beginning of her final year her parents met with Sandra and a guidance...
Authors note: I seriously want to thank Wax Philosophical for supplying the scenario featured in this story, for supplying the superb title and for the loan of Natasha and Charlotte. I hope I managed to do them justice. ATM. ***** A Night at the Opera As they entered the dining room of the Hôtel Regina Louvre, Alex glanced at Zabina. She looked beauti...
Authors note I'm never sure where to post a story like this. Lesbian Sex? Well, there's a lot of D/s play as well. BDSM? It's more of a love story than that. So, if you're after a lesbian love story but don't want D/s play or you're after a BDSM story but want non consensual whips and chains then, well, don't bother. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it. L.J....
Authors Notes: Adult themes and materials for consenting adults. This is not a stroke story. This is a love story. If you are looking for some quickie sex, save your time and look elsewhere. If you are looking for a good love story, let me know how I did. All constructive comments are welcome. This is a copywrited work and all disclaimers apply. * If she w...
"Hello, Antony. How are you?" Jerilyn smiled across the table at Rain whose foot had gone from Jerilyn's calve to massaging it's way between her legs. "I'm great! Work is going so well. All our hard work and sacrifice is finally paying off." His enthusiasm, as usual, carried through the phone. "That's wonderful!" Jerilyn grabbed Rain's foot and pulled it...