Author's note: Thanks for the positive feedback on the first part of this tale. When I started it I wasn't even sure it would have a sequel but now I can see it as a short series. This second part is probably more sensual than outright sexual and it serves mainly to advance the plot – but I hope to reward my readers' patience in the next instalment. As alway...
*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...
_______________________ She rose with me, riding the orgasm on me, not letting her contact go. I cried out her name as the waves hit, and eventually, I was muttering inaudibly as the orgasm subsided. She kept her tongue against me, nuzzling gently, a grin formed on her face. When it seemed I had finished panting she looked up at me, my juice dribbling down...
Hello Sarah, I'm Alwyn and I am 19. I just wanted to say I loved the Online Conversation stories you've posted. I've known from a young age I was a lesbian, and I'd never thought that odd. I have a "fascination" with my mother though. And I'd always thought that was weird that I lust for my mom. That is, until I read your conversations you've posted. It's n...
Being top of the class isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean, I'm vain, so I sort of needed to be. Plus the fact that I need scholarships. Anyways, with my intelligence level, being so high, it is often difficult to find someone of equal, or at least almost equal, intelligence. As the saying goes, geniuses live a solitary life. Or something like that. Al...
PERSPECTIVE: MAYA SETTING: RACHEL'S BEDROOM I met her, oh, say four, five years ago- or at least that's when I noticed her for the first time. We played softball together, or against each other nevertheless for most of our early and late teenage years. And every Saturday I'd see her, and I'd see that beautiful warming smile, and that intoxicating, vanilla...
If you have liked this story, please give your valuable feedback. Thank You. The whole thing was stupid, and I really wanted to be somewhere, anywhere else. But I had agreed to the sleepover at Julia's and she hadn't allowed me to go back on my word. Thus I was stuck with spending the evening with her, that stuck-up bitch Jenny, a strange Goth called Stacey...
Thursday, August 24, 2000. It was only seven o'clock in the morning and the temperature was already over 90 degrees. This is the forth day in a row that the temperatures would be over 100 and in this small town most things had ground to a halt. Penny sat naked on the back porch drinking her coffee, her iced coffee, waiting and hoping for a breeze to rustl...
I had the radio turned up louder than I had done in a long time and was singing along to the music as I drove. The beautiful fall scenery passing by the outside of my car had begun to look more and more familiar with each passing mile. I knew that within a few minutes I would be back to a place and a time where I had not been in years. Fourteen years ago I...
Let me start by assuring you that I'm neither rash, nor prone to acting without forethought. My name is Emma Thornton, I'm thirty-seven, with two kids in their mid-teens and a career in commercial property brokerage. My old man couldn't cope with the stresses that having a young and growing family inevitably brought, and headed out for easier grazing in newe...