When you're 18 years old, things you've done since you were 12 have lost their meaning. The routines tick along, safe and unexceptional, until you stop for a moment and ask yourself what's really happening. I don't remember what movie we were watching the night after my twelfth birthday, but I do remember the chill in the basement and the sharp scent of dog...
As head cheerleader, eighteen-year-old Arden had a very particular image to uphold. That image included long platinum blonde hair, plenty of short skirts, a flighty attitude, and a hot-shot boyfriend- preferably the captain of a sports team. What it did not include was having the resident bad girl shoving her hands under Arden's shirt while she was pressed...
Once inside the front door Sam guided Ginny to the living room. "I'm just gonna go and get us some drinks," she said as she headed to the kitchen, "white wine ok?" "That's fine." said Ginny as she made herself comfortable on the settee. When Sam entered the living room she handed Ginny a glass and said, "I don't know about you but when I go to someone's h...
The following story line was suggested by Adam S. *** "Oo look. Yum yum." The slim young lady with the short sun bleached blond hair nudged her companion. The other one had short brown hair. She too had a slim athletic build. They were sitting on the bench by the pool, both wearing one piece swim suits. They watched the lady with the mass of light brown ha...
Scarlett stared down at the shiny pink dildo that was strapped to her. She flicked it with her finger and made it bounce a little. As it swung around, she could feel the motion trying to move her hips in reply. She watched over May until her breathing slowed. When she was ready, she looked up to Scarlett's face for guidance. "Do you think she's ready again...
"Francesca?!!" "Uh...yes?" The voice was vaguely familiar. But, Francesca couldn't quite place it. She disliked phone calls that started with this guessing game. It made her uncomfortable - someone familiar enough to use her first name, but not quite recognizable. "I'm just calling to see if I'm still the only person who is allowed to call you 'Frannie'?"...
I welcome any and all comments or suggestions from my readers. Have fun and I hope that you enjoy. * Terry sat in her car outside the little lingerie store, wondering why she had come here. The decision to buy a new piece of sexy underthing was not a new one, she already had a closet full of fun stuff to wear. That wasn't the problem. Now was it that her b...
This is a continuation of the story Our New Neighbors. The previous story established the characters: Bob and Sherry-husband & wife, mid and early thirties, bi-sexual swingers; Phil & Betty, the new neighbors, same ages, also bi-sexual swingers; and Hillary, mysterious bi-sexual, door-to-door lingerie saleslady. Your invited to read Our New Neighbors before...
When Jordan dropped me off at my apartment later that afternoon, my mind was spinning as I wondered what was going to happen next. Jordan had been very sweet after we'd made love, holding me for a long time while I cried. She was completely silent on the way home so I could figure things out on my own. As we pulled up to my building, she took my hands in h...
Jen took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water splashed over her naked body...flowing quickly down her back and shoulders...streaming over her chest and bare breasts...down further over her tummy and running like a river into her trimmed bush...flowing over her ass and between her legs...and finally running down her legs and feet.....