Joanna picked up the plates and started to the kitchen. Lyssa grabbed more of the china and silverware and followed her. They continued this until the dishwasher was loaded. When they could hear the dishwasher running, they moved back to the dining room and finished cleaning up. They had been having dinner several times a week at Joanna's house for the past...
This is a short story setting up for later chapters to this one. Think of this chapter the prologue if you will as it is only setting the story. Please tell me what you think in the comment section below. Enjoy ***** Jess was your normal bi sexual girl who was working in a retail store. She was your typical, small chested geeky girl who had just turned 21....
She wants to be fucked. She can't remember the last time she's been fucked so hard that she stops making lists in her head, or fucked so hard she looses her breath. That's how she wants it, low, immediate and rough. Enough of this soft, gentle nibbles and strokes. She needs to feel the pull from her nipples to her cunt, to feel raw and sore as she rides her...
I reached down and pulled Annette up to me. Her body slid between my thighs as she pushed and I pulled. Her small breasts settled into the pillow of my larger breasts. I kissed her lightly on the lips; more of a peck than a kiss. She pulled away and looked down at our breasts touching. "I still love your breasts. They feel so good against mine," she cooed. S...
The taxi driver spoke with a thick accent that I couldn't identify. He repeated it twice before I understood what he was saying. "Yes. I'm sorry, just a second, please." I begged. I was calling Deana, my contact with an Atlanta based company that I was consulting for. I knew that I wouldn't be able to call while the cabbie spoke to me. I have always been...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her...
This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. I hope this chapter is as stimulating for you as Memories and Memories Ch 2. * "You are a slut Amy, a wonderful slut. We are going to have lots of fun together." While sucking on her fingers, my eyes lowered to look at her tits...
This is the last time I allow myself to frown over you people, I told myself as I walked out of the mosque in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I still couldn't shake off the Imam's words as he practically glowered at me as he ordered me out of the men's prayer hall. He called me every name in the book. All because I wanted to pray with men. Because o...
A/N: This story is completely fiction and any descriptions of characters similar to real persons are complete coincidence. The characters from this story were introduced in "Stairway Strip Game" but you don't need to read that to follow this story. I am once again following the suggestion I got on a previous story and warning any potential readers that I a...