Author's note: As you can probably figure out yourselves, English is not my mother tongue, so please don't be too harsh with criticism on that front. Constructive criticism on the storyline is always welcome. ***** On the outside, the hotel looked traditional, as if it was a small, family-owned business in the outskirts of the town. It even had a front de...
I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of...
11:44 Judy looks from the clock down to her ex. "Last time, right?" Judy asks, earning an assuring nod from her Bestfriend/ex-girlfriend. Those words will never be true, Judy thinks as her body hovers over the lower half of Imarhia's for probably, the 23rd time this year. The duo could never stop being sexual lovers, it was just too addicting. It felt amaz...
Tonight was the night. I didn't care if I was sinning myself, or my damn husband. Tonight was for me and her only. We would meet as soon as the sun set, and then we'd begin the rides. Friday: 7:00 p.m. I hate lying. Especially to my family. To my husband. He was a quiet, peaceful guy who only said the truth - and that was why I had a problem. I had been...
Part 3 The Wife Everywoman. I am she. I do just what she does and I feel just what she feels. And then, in a flash, I am No-Woman: not a woman at all, only me, the middle ground between the sexes and not quite either. And for you, for your love, I became that woman. One of those women. Now I can single myself out, point a finger at my own face and say the w...
It was a nice room. A little small but pretty in a quaint way. She wanted to move the two single beds together to create a double but she couldn’t because she wasn’t the only one staying there. Claire had been invited up skiing by some friends. They, all seven of them, had piled into a car and driven up to this little ski chalet. Claire was a tallish girl wi...
Yeah, I know I need more practice writing sex scenes. I also felt a bit ill so I'm half awake, but didn't want to keep the chapter on standby for too long. I appreciate comments and any constructive criticism/advice. Thank you for reading. All characters are 18 or older. ***** I played games on my phone while waiting for my dolly to get changed. After abo...
It was the wee morning hours on campus. Fancy was contemplating what just happened. She kissed her friend and liked it. She wasn't drunk by a longshot. The question creeped up on her mind very quickly... "Am I... Am I bi?" All her life she only had boyfriends. The only times she had kissed girls were drunkenly. While she thought of that question more and...
Thanks to Estragon for his hard work copy editing. Thank you for your votes, comments and feedback! I'd also like to dedicate this to the Lady it was written about. It is a true story and I'm told I did get very effective revenge. She has been flirting with me for years. I've given it my best shot, crashed and burned, then backed away. She's married, and t...
"You do know that one day I will destroy you." That wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. "I know." Anastasia snuggled closer to Miranda, her head resting in the crook of Miranda's arm. "You always say that." Anastasia looked up into Miranda's blue eyes, but Miranda wouldn't return her gaze. She was staring fixedly at the ceiling fan, like she was...