"I've seen the way you look at me," I whispered in her right ear, my body brushing against her back, my nose flirting with her straight hair, my mouth hanging an inch away from her skin, my own flesh surprised that I had the will to halt its road to her neck and achingly begging me to tilt forward just a little bit more. It had taken me six months to muster...
This is my fantasy. To possess. To own. To be Frederica. * This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
SS45: "Beyond Hell And Back IV: Eternal Damnation" *** Not much to say; if you read the first three "BHaB"s, you know the score. Wasn't sure I could push the LesBDSM envelope any further, I guess we'll find out. I categorized this under Lesbian Sex, though it has both BDSM and non-BDSM. And this turned out to be another holiday tribute, even though I've...
Those who have read my first two stories will only have seen my (Brian's) version of events. This story is told through my wife's (Sally's) eyes. It is set in November 2012, on the south coast of Gran Canaria. My thanks to CarolinaPeach for her help and advice. ----------- As usual we had an argument half way through our holiday. I do wish Brian would co...
Meanwhile, back in Connie's apartment, a strange new adventure continues to unfold for the Lucky Eight's owner. * Over the next few days, Connie remained in the apartment. Kat came and went bringing food. She didn't want Connie around the other Devil Dykes. Their days and nights were spent in a strange, phantasmagorical spiritual/sexual union with Anacond...
My breathing quickened into hard pants as my pussy became so slick that is was a struggle to keep myself open while I fought to finish myself. "Here, let me help," a smooth seductive voice sounded from the direction of the stall door. My eyes flew open and to my horror there stood the woman in the black dress. It was like a nightmare or a dream; I wasn't s...
Welcome back readers, The story continues. I really want to thank John Smith for editing and Heyall for his valuable pointers towards the story. Enjoy. ***** After we enter the bathroom, I keep walking till I reach the last stall. After six glasses of beer I'm feeling like my bladder is about to burst, but, still, I somehow manage to close the door, pull...
Marsha rang up my purchases, which only totaled $350.00. I'd have a hundred and a half left to pick up a couple more things. As she handed me the change I said, "What are you doing tonight after closing Marsha?" "I have to go home and check on my hubby, but other than that I didn't have any plans." Marsha said. All evening I had been toying with the idea...
Introduction Hello everybody it's me again, Davina, everyone's favourite Velma Dinkley lookalike (Velma being a star of Scooby-Doo, if you don't know). I'm not going to bother with a lengthy intro. Let's just say that this is the tenth in a series of consecutive stories about my rather adventurous sex life. And that I am doing my best to make each story rea...
A few days later, Melanie was walking a few doors down to her best friend Carissa's house. She and Carissa (or Kissa, as Melanie frequently called her), had known each other since they were toddlers, but they'd been fucking each other even longer than Melanie and Kayla had. They'd started when Melanie had first started lactating when she was only a "teeny-...