QUICKIE DISCLAIMER - Look up. Don't like it, don't read it. VERY IMPORTANT! READ THIS FIRST! - When we last left our heroine Carol, she was walking into the bathroom where Kim might have already committed suicide. I only mention it because someone told me the start of this part might confuse some readers. So don’t be confused. (P.S. – notice the chapter...
I've always thought that shoes are the real window to a woman's soul. A fashionable socialite, wearing Versace, wears beautiful shoes that befit her lifestyle and view on life. A working woman wears flats that keep her feet comfortable, and athletic women wear shoes that enhance their performance. Slim chance of finding one wearing the wrong shoes! I don't p...
My last class for the week let out at 4, and I packed up my books to go back to the dorm. As I headed out of classroom, a boy I recognized from another of my classes called out to me and came to talk. "Hey Tina," he mumbled, mostly staring at the ground but occasionally sweeping his gaze up over my breasts, briefly into my eyes, and back down to the ground,...
The last day of the basketball matches, Sophie and her teammates played their last game in the early afternoon. Their flight back to England was to leave around midnight that night so they were not scheduled to go to lodging but had several hours of free time to just hang out, get dinner, etc. They had all taken their luggage and locked it in the coaches' of...
This story is the first in a series about a friend of mine, Caroline, and her fiancè Sarah. They have given me permission to write about them using actual details of some of the sex they've had. I hope the readers enjoy the story but most of all I hope you will enjoy it, Caroline and Sarah. ***** Sarah woke up slowly, lips brushing against her neck. Carol...
It was the Saturday before her birthday and her man was serving up drinks at the bar just across the way. Just the two of them, alone in the apartment, drinking gin, bullshitting, and listening to music. Birthday Girl got up and sang along with the music that was coming from the stereo. The other one just sat there, mesmerized, drink all but forgotten. It al...
Laying my hand upon my brow, I try to aide my sunglasses in facing the glare of the sun. Its such a beautiful day, its hard to complain and I'm not really, just overly excited about your invitation to meet for lunch. The restaurant is new but we've agreed to a late lunch so that the crowd has thinned and we don't have to worry about too many added distracti...
Megan was about to begin her Freshman year at a State University in the Upper Midwest. She chose this campus for a lot of reasons. It was located on a big, beautiful lake. Megan loved to canoe and here she could canoe every afternoon, if she wished. The psychology department was said to be outstanding and Megan intended to be a psych major. For as long as sh...
(Continued from My maid Lata Part 1) My eyes opened at 5 AM. Still it was dark outside. Lata's body lay on me. I was really happy that she showed her concern yesterday for me and allowed me to sleep early and didn't force sex on me. I kissed her on her shoulder, ear and hair. Lata woke up with my kisses. "Good morning Latadidi" I whispered. She smiled at...
KRISTINA MELHART’S STORY Jenny and I became almost like mascots for the Volleyball team. We went to all of their games, home and away, and always sat near the front. Over time, some of the other girls on the team found out, or guessed, that Jenny and I had something going with Karen, Jill, Nicole, and Emily—something a little more than friendship. They sta...