Part 7 - Preparing For School Amy offered to make us breakfast, so I just sat at the table, watching her move about making what looked to be an appetising meal. I was hungry, but not just for food, watching her move, the way her ass moved, I so wanted her right now. I wondered what would happen tomorrow when we both returned to school. I was going to make i...
After Mary had finally got her breath back, she carefully and quietly slid back the bolt on the toilet cubicle door and, collecting her thoughts and trying to make her exit as normal as possible -- just in case - she walked boldly out into the washroom area as if nothing had happened. It was deserted! Mary looked carefully around just to make doubly sure sh...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Just a flash story; a rather dark, sordid little flash story. Lilah's divorce from Derek went through with no trouble; he did not want anyone to find out he'd been hiring young black studs to fuck his pretty blonde wife. And even though the ink had no...
The next morning, Jezebel woke up with her on her mind. "Her" being Fancy. She lay there in her bed for a while, thinking about all she has been through. Jezebel Jones was always an outgoing, sociable woman. That's why she loved her job as a bartender. However, with those assets came shortcomings. Wherever she went with friends, she was the "hot chick" auto...
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...
***This is my first attempt at writing anything so please be gentle. I would love feedback, positive or negative. Please try to keep it constructive if possible. Enjoy the story.*** Have you ever felt your life is incomplete? Like there's something missing. Something small but important. A person maybe. Someone who makes you do things, things you can't ima...
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Back when I was attending college I was on the girls cross country team. It was fun getting to run after school, letting off steam from the day, and being outside in the fresh air. There was a forest near my school where our coach would have us run once we left school grounds for practices, but we always ended up back in town all sweaty as we made our way...
I'd be lying to you if I said that the thought of getting into bed with my new roommate Georgia, hadn't crossed my mind once or twice since she moved in. I seemed to have a new roommate every month, but that's how it goes when you live in Los Angeles. People are always coming here to make it big. This city eats a lot of them up quickly and their gone before...
When you start out in life, things are simple. You just look between your legs and determine if you are a male or female. The penis between mine clearly told me I was a male. This realization included my sexual role and responsibilities. It was my duty to seek out willing women, develop a relationship, and have sexual relations. Simple to understand, at leas...