Samantha turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. Her glorious body shone with dampness as the last remains of the water trickled down between her breasts. The memory of the last few hours was still fresh in her mind. The very recollection of what had happened generated a very different kind of dampness between her legs. She looked at herself in th...
Chapter 5 Girls will be Girls With a mischievous glint in her eye, Cynthia giggled, "Now it's your turn. I want to taste some of your chocolate cream pie. I only got a taste when I cleaned up John. I want more. You have a feast in that hole of yours." Moving toward the desk where Joy was sprawled, Cynthia commanded, "Lean back and enjoy." Kneeling before t...
Submission. Just the word sends a spasm to Cynthia Moore's cunt. At only 19 years old, she was an unused submissive, just waiting to be taken down a journey of humiliation and degradation. But she didn't fully realize that when she first met David Abraxas, a handsome 34-year-old stockbroker. They met in Southwest Ohio, near Cincinnati but not in the city....
I'm not really sure how this happened! Having been to a lot of parties in my life I seem to find myself on all sorts of e-mail invite lists and I am constantly deleting invites from my inbox. This invite though seemed like something completely different, something exciting and something I just couldn't miss out on. The idea of an all female sex party had alw...
It had taken two whole years since we had first met to actually agree on a date for lunch. I'm Anna, thirty years old, five feet eight inches tall with long blond hair framing a pretty, or so I'm told, face with brilliant blue eyes and wide, red, perpetually smiling lips. I'm very slim, but have large breasts for my size, 34C. Today I was wearing a pale gree...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. If you are under eighteen or likely to be offended, please do not continue. Copyright 2005 March, All Rights Reserved I would be really grateful for any feedback. Please let me know what you thought. I really would appreciate it. Petra Rose * It had taken most of the afternoon, but at last...
I wrote this story in 1999. It was one of my first attempts at erotic literature. It is purely fictional, unlike my later stories. Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour...
Textbooks, and assorted school supplies littered the dorm room as the three girls stretched and yawned during a well-earned study break. It was the last night before finals, and all three were in the midst of some pretty heavy cramming. Allison brought out her human sexuality text-book, much to the delight of Hillary and Caren, both of whom would rather list...
The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was gazing at Derek's wonderful heavy cock and enjoying Emma's finger tips caressing one of my nipples. I slept like a rock. When I finally awoke, the sun was streaming through the windows and the room was bright and inviting. I blinked my eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them and looked around. I was alone in t...
Chapter 1: Just divorced Sarah put down the letter from her solicitor with a sigh; well it was over after Eighteen Years of marriage her now ex-husband Stuart had divorced her. So now at thirty six she was alone, the terms of the divorce left her with a considerable income from the money that Stu had invested from his position as head of a head-hunter agenc...