Chapter 27 Savannah's pace was a lot faster dragging Roxy back up to their dorm room by her leash. She no longer fumbled around to prolong her humiliation of being in public. She simply was too excited to have patience for any of that. She desperately wanted to try that dildo she had just bought. "Alright Roxy, take of your dress and shoes then go to the...
Kissing her neck as I wrapped my arms tight around her waist. She snuggled into me more, kissed me passionately on the lips and we both fell asleep holding onto each other. The next morning I awoke to the smell of cooking and a note on the bedside table. Good morning lover, I am cooking downstairs. There is a bathrobe on the back of the door come down wh...
I have the real joy of being friends with a great woman, Delores. We used to work together and just hit it off. She was the loud brash one and I was the quiet more professional one, who, of course, could not stop laughing at her antics. She is big chested and full of self-confidence. We are both immigrants to this wonderful country. I came from Asia and she...
They had a long drive ahead of them. Katie planned accordingly by wearing comfortable clothes. Nothing too restricting for the ride. They packed a few bags and set out before dawn road tripping to Vegas. No plans, just taking the vacation time off work and spending Christmas with just the two of them. A couple hours in, the drive was getting monotonous. Sh...
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...
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...
In the midst of the solitary beach, with the sound of the waves creating a resonance, I looked at my side. Laying on the sands, glowing in the sun rays was a naked, African woman, Nyree. As the waves came and soaked our sun-kissed bodies, Nyree turned her beautiful black body towards me. Looking into my eyes she said, "For four months I was all alone in the...
Day 11 -- SATURDAY Holly woke up early. Emma was sound asleep. They had been up late performing for Uncle Jack’s sex club. And stayed up even later playing with each other. Holly smiled and looked at Emma. “I’m engaged!” she thought, “To my best friend.” The idea was still new to her and made her burst with emotion. She smelled Emma’s hair and licked beh...
The following story was a collaboration of sorts, and is based on real people in a real school setting. While the story itself is fiction, the characters are real, and two of them actually participate in the activities that I have described. It was a collaboration because I got many of my ideas directly from Mindy herself, along with several pictures of her...
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...