I rolled over to look out of the window, frowning at the sound of chirping birds, and then glanced over at the clock. I shouldn't complain, right? After all, everyone had been bitching and moaning about the dark, cold, snowy winter months. Chirping birds meant spring...and ultimately summer. So what if it was 8:30 in the morning? The birds weren't governed b...
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Author's Note: The plot packs on the bulk. You've been waiting patiently so here it is: Chapter five in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will not likely satisfy your search for instant gratification. Please check out the previous chapters if you want extra dirt on the characters. They'...
Thank you for reading yet another story from me. Sometimes things in life don't work out the way you want them to, and one of the perks of being a writer is the ability to rewrite the stars. This story is for the one that flew away... may the heavens always be happier with you there. All characters are over 18 when any sexual acts take place. Please favori...
After our swinging escapades revealed my wife's knack for fucking women, I set out to get her into as many girl-girl situations as I could. And if I got in on the action, well, that was a big bonus for me. I got to cruising the swinging website, searching for more fresh curves for Angela to enjoy. Her birthday was coming up, and I wanted to do something spec...
"Bonjour, mademoiselle!" Melody's mother said as Eve came down the stairs. Melody was still sleeping. "Hi, Madame Marron." Eve sat down. "What's for breakfast?" "A local dish, dear." Madame Marron was from France and often cooked the cuisine. Eve had been at her house for several months and had tried a variety of it. She had even had a few local dishes....
Angie, is a new 18 year old friend, and is a curious and responsive, sexually developed, young woman, shy and hardly kissed even by the 2 boyfriends she had before meeting me. Angie is a 32 A cup, 22 waist, and 33 hip beauty...she is 5 foot 2 and auburn-black hair (like mine) nice brown skin of a Amer-asian, and is one of the cutest friends I have. She is so...
Simon was happy in his new one bedroom apartment, not far from the chaos and craziness of the LA club life. He was listening to techno.Dancing around the room by himself in his skintight slut jeans, and tank top. His toes and the arches of his bare feet feeling every nuance of the floor, like a prime Ballerina's. He felt like a slut. A horny twink. Now tw...
As I pulled up the leather leggings I could almost feel the breeze blowing in my face. I wanted to chase the office off me and feel the throbbing of the Harley's engine between my legs. The leather thong and vest completed my outfit. Keeping the buttons from popping might be a trick, once I get going I'll just undo them and let the wind tickle my nipples. I...
Another sleepless night and not even coating my fingers with pussy cream three times could bring it. This time, it wasn't simply a question of what I was feeling but the knowledge that she possibly felt the same way and had left the ball in my court. I had no idea what I was going to do. The lone wolf in me wanted things to remain the same. Part of me wanted...