Jasmine hung up the phone. She had just made plans with her friend Rebecca to get a massage. Rebecca was studying to be a masseuse and asked Jasmine if she'd be willing to be her guinea pig tonight, and she was all too happy to help. She was looking forward to it as she'd never had a massage before. Now that she thought about it, she'd never had anyone touch...
Part I -- Looking Back "Amanda Mountford," I enthused, "sometimes you really need to be appreciated." Looking back now, Amanda, I have to say your response was disappointingly confined to a muffled grunt; but I could forgive that. After all, your mouth was rather full at that moment. How could one not be generous, indulgent even, to one who is as intently...
She was just a student, an exhibitor in a fashion fair at the local art college. 18 years old, Indian, a waif almost a foot shorter than I, with short spiky gelled hair and a ring through one nostril. She cradled my hand as she admired my wedding ring, winking at my bored five-year old daughter, clutching my other hand. She softly brushed her fingers across...
The thought of you running your hands over my naked body in the dark excites me so that I can’t sleep. I rise hurriedly, light a fag, make coffee with the lights off. You have joined me as my life enters the dynamic phase. You’ve caught me in transition from old to young, fixed to unfixed. You’ve come in when I’ve been putting my house in order; cleaning ou...
(All characters in this story are above the age of 18. If lesbian sex offends you in anyway, then you shouldn't be reading. This is my first submission so please do help me improve and enjoy!!) Change although necessary is sometimes just the worst. 'I hate this stupid town' Samantha or Sam as she was usually referred to thought to herself. Her husband's lat...
Research That night, after a long day spent thinking things over, Janice lay leisurely atop her large, still-made bed wearing nothing but a short, cream coloured, silk nightgown. Her knees drawn up and parted, the fingers of her right hand gently stroking her pussy, her thoughts not concerned with Courtney's unexpected departure with a sadness as she may ha...
I was a typical twenty-year old girl on an early June Saturday morning. I was in my bed masturbating. My new stepmother, Ginger, rapped on my door and came in. I managed to mostly cover up but I knew I had most of a tit out and that she could likely tell I had a hand on my pussy. She asked me if I would be coming down for breakfast and I said "No" in a so...
I met Kay years later again, upon adulthood at a mutual friend's wedding whom we had known for years; quaint, at a big blue house on the edge of a canyon in the sleepy cool spring in the foothills of California. Being face to face with this girl after so much time apart was awkward, she had been scrawny when we were younger. Now she was filled with the vol...
"That's what we need to get for Jean's room," Becks said sotto-voiced to Tess, making sure that Jean wasn't close enough to overhear her remark. "What? Where? What the hell are you talking about?" Tess asked in genuine confusion "That," Becks' replied, pointing to an old, antique ballpark turnstile, the kind that counted entrants. "Hmmmph," Tess remarked,...
Then, Kathy's hands slipped back up to her tummy and she let a finger slip under her panty's upper elastic band. I whispered in her ear, "let me slide inside here , ok honey?" She whispered back, "Oh yes…." Kathy knew she was all hers in that instant. She pushed her hips up slightly and I tugged them down to her knees, binding her knees together, but n...