My first time was totally freaky, scary and exciting. All those emotions were all at the same time. That makes it so memorable that it will be in my thoughts and basis of my fantasies forever. I was on the volleyball team. We were pretty good. We won a lot more than we lost. It was high school, I'd just turned 18 and I’d made the varsity as an 11th grader....
Author's Note: Two years ago a very good freind lost her arm in a single car accident. Even after two years, I watch her struggle with depression and a shattered self image. It's often time frustrating to watch, but more often humbling to see someone coping with a loss I don't know that I could bear. this story is for her and for all of those who daily have...
Emily Moore stood in front of the mirror of her dorm's bathrooms fixing her hair and adjusting the lingerie set she was wearing that she put aside for special occasions. She blew the mirror one last kiss, slid her bathrobe over her shoulders and tied it round her waist before collecting up her washroom bag and heading for the door. She strode confidently dow...
Jenna lay on the bed, asleep. Her red hair, wet from a long swim, tumbled around her head. I watched as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her breasts shook slightly with each breath. My eyes followed the curve of her waist down to her full hips. From her hips, my eyes traced their way down to the smooth, shaved mound of her pussy. As she stirred, I hurriedly g...
Disclaimer: This is my first finished erotic story and any constructive criticism is welcome as I know I could improve in many ways! (And I kind of suck at grammar) Anyway, hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you all think! Feedback is greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading! :-) _____________________________ I could feel the cold ha...
If you had told me ten years ago, I would have wondered what medication you were on, and how heavy a dosage. When I first met Ellie Claire McMahon in 2014, I never imagined that she would become the most important person in my life. We were both at an audition for some terrible horror film called "Late Model," about a fashion model murdered by a jealous ex-...
The following is a continuance of a story I posted a little while ago. It might stand up on its own but will make much more sense if you read the first two parts, I hope you like it...Best wishes CC. One Saturday evening Kate and I were in the cinema. The film was dreadful, not what we were expecting. Kate was restless and playful; reaching across for popco...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...
Rome 95 AD I have no memory of returning from Tarentum where twenty three met her fate at my hands. In my room at the gladiatorial school, I wept with sorrow from the depths of my heart. A key turned in the lock on my door and I sat up wiping my wet eyes. It was number eight. Her face was grim and on the verge of tears. Those who fell that dreadful after...
In part one, Jessica Harmondon-Smithers, a successful city businesswoman finds an old friend apparently destitute in her neighbourhood. The woman, Clarissa Stocks-Johnson was a model and Jessica's schoolgirl crush at their expensive boarding school. She takes her in and tends to her, releasing a dominant and bi-sexual tendency that has lain suppressed and un...