Purity, the punk-pop princess beloved of the tabloids for her raunchy, in-your-face persona coupled with sweet, sugary songs, plus her willingness to display her luscious body and smouldering sensuality in steamy videos, was on her knees satisfying her record label head. She worked the man's cock with expert skill, moaning in genuine pleasure at the feel of...
"And would you call those friends you never see? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? And would you find that one you're dreaming of? Swear up and down to God above That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day? " - Nickelback -------------------------------------------------- An hour later, the dark blue Volante purred...
That's good," Sammi said down the phone. "Why?" "Cos of two reasons." "May I ask what they are?" I said half expecting to be told to fuck off and not be so bloody impertinent. "First, because I can now fuck you when I want for over two weeks can't I?" "Yes," I replied simply to my eighteen year old lesbian Domme lover. "And the second?" "That, you can...
Welcome to part three of Karen's adventures. This story continues the previous themes of submission, exhibitionism, and an introduction to lesbianism. For the majority of you, I'm sure that 'warning' has just spurred you on. But if you don't like those things, please don't read the story and get all offended, as you aren't the intended audience. But if you...
Pansy was living proof that good things do indeed come in small packages. The knockout blonde only stood 5' 1" but had, big blue eyes, 38DD breasts, shapely legs, and a firm butt for her small frame. She weighed 102 lbs and most of that was breasts and butt. Heads turned and eyes stared wherever she went but she seemed oblivious to all the attention that she...
Hello there, it's me again, Sammy Jo, here to tell you about yet another big night. And believe you me, this one is hot and embarrassing to own up to. I honestly do not know how I did what I did. If my mum ever finds out I will be toast! Here goes then. Last time we spoke I'd just had my second night with Heather, over seven years after my first. That was a...
"Nikki, can you type this up for me please?" Sandra asked as she approached my desk. I nearly hit the roof. My hands automatically did the alt-tab thing that you learn so fast when you do things at work on your PC that would be frowned upon if someone happened to see the screen. "Er, sure Sandra," I stammered. "Are you okay?" she asked me. "Oh yes," I...
It was my senior year playing women's basketball at a State College. My name is Lindy Clarke and I was one of the starting five. We were a good team, but a little short to excel in the conference playoff tournament--just suburban girls having a good time. We all could dribble, and pass and play defense, but we were outmatched in spite of our athleticism an...
September 23rd: Charlotte hadn't had many friends before she left for college. It was a common problem among homeschooled children. There had been her sister, her cousins, and a few kids from church, but that had been it. Her mom had promised her that would change with time. For the first time, she was starting to believe her. "Do you want to grab any...
The Woman At The Manhattan. Beauty is a much sought after quality, the fashion industry spends billions every year trying to create an iconic look. Women flock to the stores or browse websites to buy clothes worn by professional models and yet beauty is an elusive quality. I've seen many beautiful women over the years but now and then one stands out from...