//// Chapter 1 //// Michelle clutched her artist's supplies under her left arm as she freed up a hand to open up the primitive door handle to her classroom. This was the only place she knew that still had such delicate pieces of art decorating the doors. Everything was so clean and clinical nowadays. It fascinated her how the entire building managed to clin...
Part 1 Your Decision I wake slowly. My behind still feels a little tender, but the residue of the previous night's mind-blowing orgasm is still lurking in my body. Janet's hand is resting lightly on my breast, and Diana's is cupping my mound. I feel safe, warm and sexy. And in need of a pee. I manage to extract myself from the tangle of bedding and limbs...
Michelle's clit felt so swollen and sensitive between her fingers. Her eyes were closed, and her left hand rested against the soft stone tiles of the walk-in shower as the elegant rainstorm head enveloped her in cool water. Her mind raced with images of friends new and old but kept returning to the mysterious Dutch woman from the lobby. She threw her head...
Two gals and a classic bike. * Author's Note It's slow-burn romance time again. Two girls, not part of the 'in crowd', discover each other over a series of chance encounters. Definitely not a wham bam sex story. If you liked the one I wrote called Lemongrass, this should put a smile on your face. * Copyright (c) 2020 WaxPhilosophic The events and chara...
The village of Marston-on-the-Green was one of those quintessential English villages, situated in the home counties about forty miles north of London, and about five miles from the nearest town. It had all the usual village essentials, notably its church which could trace its history back well over seven hundred years, a combined shop and Post Office which a...
Alexandra swiped a down jacket from the living room couch, shaking it out. "Tsk tsk," said Kira, mock-chiding her. "You're starting to act less like a guest and more like someone who lives here." Alexandra bit her lower lip. "Well, I've spent every night here since...what, Sunday? I've got a third of a closet of clothes here, a toothbrush, shampoo...so, uh...
It's more than just a job. * Chapter 1 "Oh Mistress, I love your fingers in my pussy!" I was moaning as I felt yet another of her fingers joining in on the stretching of my insides. In truth it did hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt, the kind that tests your limits and gets the endorphins pumping. Now, if I could just fit her thumb in too, that would be h...
You know TFW your brain baby isn't as perfect as you imagined it would be yet it's been months and months and nothing's changed? So you're just okay with it and decide to move on? Yes, that's what happened here. Comments and e-mails are always appreciated! Yes, I reply to them all (as long as they make sense -- lol!) Check out my bio for more info and artw...
Special thanks to nikkijames for her help with this story. Kim had just turned 22 and she was the descendant of an American father and a Japanese mother. She stood 5'5" and weighed 121 lbs. and from the back her long straight dark hair resembled her mothers Asian heritage. Her face, however, displayed characteristics of both parents. With brown eyes and fu...
Music plays such a main part in movies and our lives. With that said, if you'll humor me, I have some music suggestions to play as you read this story. The beginning accompaniment I thought of is Joaquin Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez/adagio. A beautiful piece that conveys to me the meeting and beginning of a possible love. I'll make more suggestions as t...