The Luger felt cold and heavy in Anne-Marie's small hand. She hated guns, violence, confrontation, and was by nature timid and reserved. Under normal circumstances she would be home now, or maybe out with Polly at the girl's club, in the underground. I wish I was anywhere but here, she thought. Circumstances were far from normal, for this was Paris in 1943 a...
Bette squealed to a stop in front of the Soda Shoppe and cut the engine. Lorraine waved out at the red convertible and pushed her Coke across the counter to the waitress who'd come on when her lunch shift ended. She'd hardly touched it. Lorraine got up from her stool and tried to look interested but not eager. She straightened the back of the pencil skirt...
The first time they fucked, they swore it was a mistake. Initially, Hera wasn't exactly sure how someone could accidentally fuck, though her husband claimed it happened all the time. After all, fucking was a rather deliberate activity that involved engagement, intent, and motion, right? But when she found herself just a tad too drunk at an Olympian get-to...
That weekend was the start of a new relationship between us, I now felt more confident in being able to do to her what she wanted, although I was supposed to be 'forcing' her to do it, still it gave me a thrill to play along with her pantomimes. She was constantly reminding me in her letters how good it felt, and how much her Soosie missed me, as well as tel...
We handed the joint back and forth as we passed each other getting dressed for our night out. Camille paused and dropped her towel, giving me a nice look at her round brown ass. "Stop....bend over Camille, show me that wet pussy, baby". I couldn't help myself, this was the first time in our long relationship that I was being given total nasty perverted fre...
It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had began to enjoy her company and our times together as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her, and now we had this date for...
Author's Notes: I got the idea for this short story from Princess V. and her story, The Princess and the Peasant Girl. After getting her permission to use her plot devices, I jotted this down as a way to see if I could do something similar. I know this is a very short story for me, but I can't learn if I don't try. Please enjoy this piece of adult fiction,...
It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had begun to enjoy her company and our times together, as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her. Now we had this date for th...
On The train journey home for the Christmas break all I could think about was my first few months away from home, away from the dominance of mother and how I'd changed. Grown up was more like how I felt as a woman, not only losing my virginity but also the pleasure I'd discovered with my Jennifer. Now I was in for about eleven days of boredom, or so I though...
When Catherine climbed into be with me that night and took me in her arms it felt so natural, she kissed me and caressed me like I'd never been caressed before. Her fingertips danced all over my body, evoking sounds from me that I never knew were inside me. I do remember I cried a lot, not the teary kind but the cries of pleasure as she brought me time and t...