Jennifer awoke slightly disorientated, a bit groggy but rested. Where was she? Oh yes, last night she and Denise had consumed two lovely bottles of Chablis and had crashed at her place. Consciousness came around, the faint scent of sandalwood incense and a more shocking revelation: Jennifer was nude, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tethered by Velcro cuffs...
Summary: Straight girl slowly submits sexually to her best friend. Note: This story is dedicated to Liz. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86. ***** I love how today's older people complain that today's generation are all sluts. I mean, we are, but so were our parents and presumably our grandparents (although I'm not a big fan of thinking of...
Rewind to six years ago when her and I first met. I remember thinking to myself how intrigued I was by her, a small statured blonde butch with a whole lot of command presence. I thought briefly in that moment, how perfect her and I would be together. She was absolutely gorgeous. Not in the Barbie doll way, but in that steamy functional, fuck your brains ou...
Raven had the day to herself. This was first day in a long time that she had total control over what she would and could do. Her loving husband knew the stress signs, and could tell Raven was at the breaking point. Steve and Raven had been married for 10 years and had 3 beautiful children. Two sons 8 and 6, and one daughter 3. Raven was content with her life...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.* "Ryan! Get the, damn it, get the door," Sharon Luquette called out, mopping the sweat from her forehead with her towel. Ryan either did not hea...
Dezzy had no idea what had become of her other than possible nymphomania mixed with a sanguine freedom from her existence up until now. She was finally done with high school and had very little money, direction, or desire to do anything but fuck, or more specifically, get fucked. Her immaculate little pussy (she knew it was immaculate, she had seen enough po...
Author's Note: This story was inspired by "Baby, Its Cold Outside," a song with words and music by Frank Loesser. Enjoy! Comments, votes and feedback are always welcomed. ******************************** Have you ever felt like life has this weird way of working? Well that's what my life feels like time and time again. You think you have life figured out...
I woke up feeling Jan's arms wrapped around me. I couldn't believe what we had done, what I allowed her to do to me. Part of me had wanted it, needed it in fact. I hadn't seen my boyfriend all summer long and my boss had been there to fill that void. That plus the fact that Jan had this primal sexuality about her that got the best of me. But now I had come b...
The last rays of the summer evening's sun played music through the blinds on the pale blue bed sheet as I lay in bed, waiting for Heather's arrival. Outside my window, to the west, the sun was about to surrender to the awesome majesty of Pikes Peak (I called it "Pikes Pink" on beautiful mornings). Here, in the serenity of my bedroom, I had come to learn more...
After washing my face, Sarah suggested we should go for our sauna. 'Did you not want to orgasm my little one?' I explained to her that while I loved to orgasm, I loved pleasing her even more. 'Well, my love, we shall have to work on that, because I like it when you cum for me.' That, I said, sounded like a deal. It was typical of Sarah that she should ha...