Zara and Karina grew up together. They were best friends their entire lives. Both ladies grew up to be very beautiful young ladies. Zara had long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a figure to die for. She measured in at five feet six inches tall, weighed only one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and her measurements were thirty-six c breasts, a twenty-inch wai...
It had been so long since we had seen each other. The wonders of modern technology had meant we had kept in touch but so many years had passed since we had seen each other face to face. So much had happened in that time. I drove down the road nervously, not knowing what the next 24 hours would bring. The hotel was easy enough to find, an old Victorian buil...
Janie was excited for her next rendezvous with Michelle. So excited that she could barely think of anything else all day. By the time she left work, her panties were saturated with her juices just from thinking about the previous night. Her cunt ached at the thought of being worked by Michelle again. And yet, she had a dilemma: Should she go there straight a...
I boarded the plane and found my seat and put away my carry on bag sat down with my laptop on my lap. I sat waiting for the rest of the passengers to board, hoping that if I had to have someone sitting next to me it would be someone who wasn’t totally awful. Contenting myself with watching a particularly hot attendant help everyone get settled in I saw a lad...
Julia woke up to find that she was tangled around a beautiful golden brown Latino man who looked even better than she’d remembered him being the night before. One of her legs was draped over his highlighting the contrast between their skins. He was still asleep, dragging long deep breaths into his chiseled chest. On the far side of him was Julia’s cowor...
(This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.) "Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and kn...
Copyright 2007 Anna_Malia75. All of the sex depicted in this story is between people over the age of 18. Damn it to hell, it was Christmas Eve. I was curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bruce laugh his way through "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" while I sip my second glass of Shiraz – could it get any better than this? Of course it fucking could. Fo...
To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I had waited for this trip, this excuse to take a t...
Reaching the end of her tether Rebecca hung up the telephone. She had now had more than enough of John's childish behaviour. If he wanted to spend time down the pub with his footballing mates then fine it's his funeral. They had argued as she accused him of devoting so little time to her, her fury then compounded as he failed to even react or try and counter...
This story started as a character study and developed, with the characters telling me who they are. This is adult material and no children below the age of 18 have permission to read it. * * * * * Chapter 1 "The course of true love never did run smooth." Act I, Scene 1, from A Midsummer's Night's Dream - William Shakespeare From her bedroom window Ann...