Jessie awoke that morning to a real thirst. She padded down the hall to the kitchen and stood at the sink drinking two full glasses. As the second glass emptied, she tilted her head back and raised the glass up. She watched the final bit gather along the rim. She watched as the bead swelled and began to yield to gravity. It clung to the edge like a man now u...
As always thank you to Lancelot Knight for his help, support and editing. And thanks again to Gus. * * * * * Cassie was on her hands and knees. Using her pillow for support she propped herself up on her elbows and raised her ass high in the air to receive the most of her lover's hard cock. The bed began to squeak as he pumped her hard from behind. Each ti...
This story is Rachel's point of view for those who wanted it. I hope you all enjoy it. Oh, by the way Rachel's point of view starts around the time she tells Laura she wants to date a guy. Of course as some of you can recall I didn't go into specifics on Laura's view but I will here. Another thing you should know in case you all haven't figured this out Laur...
The light turned green while Jack was talking. "Did you see the smirk on her face?" He asked, sounding incredulous. "'Do we need a chaperon?' I'd like to have given her a pow!" he mimed an uppercut, followed by a left hook, "and a ka-pow!" People eyed him uncertainly, and edged away. I started across the crosswalk, and he hurried after me. "We did need a ch...
Josie was driving home when she stopped for petrol. She stopped at the place she usually went, without especially thinking about it. It was petrol, just part of her everyday, boring routine, so she stopped when she saw the service station almost by habit. She went to the middle of the row of pumps, because she thought the attendants were quicker to unlock t...
This is the English translation of my own German story "Flugzeuge im Bauch". For a long time I had concerns to translate them to English. But missveronik has supported me a lot and also helped with the translation - many thanks to her. Please vote this story and comment, whether you like it... so I may continue translating some of the remaining parts. *****...
The romance in this story is fabricated, however, the sob story in the beginning is not. I have changed names, but everything up to the point of meeting "Sarah" in the student union building is true. If you have any advice as to how to fix my mistake, or how to get over it, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks. "Jesse" ***************************** I w...
A different narrative. Give it a chance if you can. Knock, knock. The soft knocks fell on the door at the room at the end of the hall. "Come in," she answered. She opened the door just enough to enter, closed it behind her, and leaned back against the door. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up under her. "What took you so long?" she asked....
The following story is part of a larger story. It was written at the request of a friend. I hope you enjoy it. :) * Dusk was quickly coming as Kita and the panther made their way through the dense forest. Night sounds began filling the air, nocturnal noises filling the void. As they neared the river, Kita noticed a small pool shooting off the river itself...
Heather felt the heat in her pussy moments before the wetness began. Elaine was trying to pick her up – there could be little doubt of that now. When she was in town, Elaine was a frequent visitor to Heather's dress shop. Tonight, however, Elaine wasn't wearing a dress. She sat at the bar of the restaurant clad in a fur coat that extended below her knees. Th...