Let me tell you about the best lover I've ever had. She's kind of chubby and not much to look at, but she knows exactly what it takes to make me come. When I'm not in the mood she leaves me alone, but when I'm hot and ready she goes right to work. We've been having a red-hot affair for years and years and I still love to see the horny little grin on her face...
I Gwen's feet hurt, her whole body ached, and there was a monstrous rip in the hem of her travelling clothes. She grasped the edge of the rock and found a foothold, pushing farther away from home. On all sides there was nothing more than tall trees which blocked the sun. The gentle light which filtered through the treetops gave the rocky mountain a magical...
All characters are over the age of 18. Chapter 1 "Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work." Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs. Stannis must have been very attractive in her youth but her sixty plus ye...
She looked perfect. Her hair was raven black and stylish cut to frame her face. Her make-up could have been applied by an expert beautician and her nails were manicured beautifully. She wore a white blouse, just see-through, with a plunge front neckline, 3 buttons between her cleavage and her waist ensuring it stayed in place. The sleeves puffed at the doub...
This story came out of a day taking photographs in a park where I came across two women kissing very passionately. Later I saw them walking towards me and one of them was incredibly beautiful. Tiffany's looks have been based on that woman. If you are looking for quick sex then I suggest you wait for the second chapter. Although there are references to mast...
Moira Lyttle was a classic Irish lass. Her flame-red hair fell in wavy rings to her waist. Her body was lithe, her skin milky-white and free of blemishes beyond a light dusting of freckles at shoulders, on the tops of her flawless breasts, and across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green and piercing. Any boy caught in her gaze would imm...
*** An excerpt from SOUP Wars *** She ran from her family and rode for two hundred and fifty miles. Her souped-up vintage and yellow Harley with a hybrid-electric adaptor and a full tank of high-octane liquid biomass could’ve made it past the United States border with the greatest of ease. Candi didn’t check her fuel gauge before her escape from the hell th...
Authors note—This is my first work of fiction I chose to place it in the Winter Holiday Contest. Why not shoot high! If you would please rate the work also any thoughts will be treasured by me. All characters involved in sexual contact are over 18. Happy Holidays * Delores María Sánchez was again looking at the waif-like woman staring at the Christmas tree...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
Oh My God, I cannot believe my luck escaping from my mother and her endless parties and boyfriends that seem to haunt our house during the Christmas holidays. Kate had been my greatest friend since we commenced as boarders at a Catholic Girls College in the city. Although I lived a matter of kilometers from the school my dear mother decided it would be easie...