The following story that started from a dream my girlfriend had. She was moaning in her sleep, and when she does this, it usually indicates she is having a sex dream. I started rubbing her in her sleep gently, and she started moaning and woke up as her orgasm hit her. Her first question to me was how did you know, and I told her that she was moaning and I've...
We are nearing the end, just two more parts to go. To those of you who have read previous parts, thanks, to those that haven't I suggest you do. * Part 16 Chapter 1 The training went well. It was nowhere near as worrying, embarrassing or intrusive as Sammi, certainly and Emma, deep down, as well had thought it might be. As the course tutor explained, mos...
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...
New Year's Eve was always something I looked forward to with mixed feelings, as I felt obligated to be social while everyone else got increasingly drunk. Neither the former, nor the latter appealed to me very much, and so I had turned the end of the year into something relaxed and quiet for me and my loved ones, ever since I'm living alone. 2016 is no exce...
Part 1 "Gee Spot Run" I seem to get into the darndest situations. It all began a couple of weeks ago, when I was jogging in the park and ran across my neighbor, Jane, as she was strolling on the wooded trails. I slowed down to her leisurely pace, and tried to strike up a conversation as I caught my breath from my vigorous workout. She and I have been fri...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
Dear Readers! I get an idea, a fictional based on my own life. It is an alternate universe, and it is the central Martina. And the name Max is a gender-neutral name. You have often wrong about the gender. To be honest, I am born with a Cerebral Palsy. It is not a disease, but it is a physical disability. I am open for your questions or you can google after...
Anne saw her former professor at the local Whole Foods store. The teacher was in her mid-30's, wearing skinny jeans, a tshirt, and a scarf. She had the look of a typical San Francisco hipster. "Professor Hamilton! What a surprise!" The two women smiled and gave each other a hug. "It's great seeing you Anne," the professor replied happily. "But please, cal...
'I remember the first time I saw her, it was in one of those mixed bars out in Greenwich Village. But even in that diverse crowd she looked out of place, trying not to make eye contact with the die hards. But I felt something for her then both of us in the wrong place and trying to fit in. She was the center of attention; every two bit, try hard, desperado w...
18-year-old Miranda Kalinsky and 19-year-old Lauren Baltauss have been friends for two years. They have hung out almost every day since they met and never got into big fights. Lauren, however, is gay, which Miranda's Jewish family is fine with as long as she does not turn gay too. Overtime, though, Miranda develops a sexual attraction to Lauren, particularly...