I thought I was going to throw up. There she was, just standing there, carelessly swiping her corn silk hair out of her eyes and chatting with Margo Strand. God she was still beautiful, even more so than back then, the laugh lines creeping in next to her eyes suggested that she still loved being outdoors. Her sure stance made me think she probably still rode...
I live alone in a small bungalow on the way out of town. I have a lover, Tina, who visits as often as she can, but because she's married that's not as often as I would like. Strangely her husband knows about us, but because I'm also a woman he doesn't seem to mind, thinking perhaps that if he doesn't make too big a deal out of her bi tendencies she won't hav...
I woke up the next morning (sadly next to my husband) with a faint sense of regret in my mind. Not that because I had cheated on my husband, but because I hadn't slept with the girl I really wanted. Irene was hot, and even sexier when I thought about her the next day, but she wasn't the girl I wanted to take to bed every night. That was Amber. Even though sh...
Copyright © 2001 by lil^pearl This story is a tribute to a sexy girl who turned my world upside and inside out. She helped me realize just how much power lies behind a woman's softness, her gentleness, and even the way she giggles. Human sexuality need not be masked by the roughness and ruggedness of a man. Perhaps now is the time to embrace the hidden pass...
Daisy lay in her bed that night, still aching. Her holes had been used again and again that weekend, and they felt sore. On top of that, she had left the pumps on her nipples and anus until just before bedtime. Even on their timed schedule that gave her relief every ten minutes or so, they ached. She examined the swollen nubs, still obscenely large and purpl...
It was Thursday evening and Judy was on the phone to Charlotte. "A pony day, that sounds great. ... Yes, I saw the weather forecast. Hot and sunny, just what we need ... We'll come over about eleven then. Can we bring anything, a quiche? A salad? ... Ok, see you on Saturday, bye." She put the phone down and turned to Lisa. "That was Charlotte. Friday's cance...
It was a Saturday, the first of our two wonderful leisurely days, without the pressure of work, timetables, traffic jams, telephone calls. We had got up late, after making that wonderful soft love that only seems possible when waking, when the body and the senses are lulled and relaxed, the senses heightened to experience the slightest touch. After breakfa...
(Author's note: this is my first submission of erotica for public viewing—-all comments and criticisms are welcome. Inspiration for this particular story came from an ex of mine who suggested we each write our own story involving a girl named Vicki and another female. Be forewarned that I like my sex stories to have a plot, not just the screwing-bits, so don...
My first truly erotic encounter set a high standard for all that followed. I was eighteen years old, fresh-faced and pretty, if a little naive. I was ready to experience new things and break out of high school awkwardness. This was partly the reason why I quickly made my peace with having to share a bedroom with a stranger assigned by the college. Although I...
I had turned up an unexpected result in the case of Mick and the blood-soaked Lamborghini. That result's name was 'Trish' – young, blond, soft and sexy beyond belief. She didn't know where Mick was or exactly what had happened to him, but I was sure she knew something about how he might have got into trouble... and I was prepared to use my very best interrog...