Allison Springs knew, of course, that she was a stunner, a looker, a hottie, a cutie. And yet none of those words actually fully described the beauty and sex appeal of the 22-year-old blonde social worker. She was more. Much more. At 5 feet 10 inches and 125 pounds, her 34DD – 21 – 34 figure was topped by a face that was that of an angel. She was a glorious...
The Ford Explorer rocked as it took the hump of some railroad tracks at twice the legal speed limit. "Could we get to the tornado in one piece please?" complained Benny, from the back seats. I knew he was catching hell with the bumps, camera equipment bags have a tendency to want to bounce after all. "Bitch, bitch, nag, nag. Has she ever not gotten us to...
Sarah tried to shield her eyes against the strong Mexican sun as she walked down the steps at Mexico City airport, wondering if this was such a good idea. Here she was, a few months into the swinging nineties, just a few weeks before she was due to get married to the man of her dreams, in the middle of a foreign city, and all at the whim of someone she hadn'...
Jenna had slept late and was planning a leisuredly Saturday morning after a disappointing night. She had hoped to hook up on Friday, but her plans had fallen through. Now she was trying to forget her residual horniness by cooking a big breakfast, getting some exercise and then settling into a good romance novel. Checking the refrigerator, she saw she was mi...
I'd been sulking for a week with little thought as to why. I think I was being deliberately obtuse as one tends to be when they don't want to face up to what is right in front of them. What was right in front of me was a woman I had fucked against her office door and desperately wanted again. I was sulking because I didn't know why I wanted her again. After...
Authors' notes: First it's important to note, this is not a work of fiction. It's the true story of my wife's and my life. Therefore some parts of the story don't have the perfect sexual fantasy fulfillment that you might be looking for. However, our truth is still very erotic it's my hope that our readers will find the real story more powerful and sexually...
Emma had changed everything that day. I was now an addict to her. I was hooked. I could not get her off my mind. She had left me a dishevelled, soaking mess on that toilet floor and I had to work out how to get my phone and portfolio from the networking room. I attempted to fix myself up as best I could in the mirror and made a very quick entry and exit. It...
I sit at the gay bar in my usual spot, drinking my drink every Friday night after having a hell of a week at work. I've unbuttoned my shirt and am trying to relax after thinking about all the paperwork I now have in my bag that I'll spend the weekend going over. I know most of the customers in this quiet after work spot, and although we never speak to one an...
This is not a work of fiction. It actually happened. However I have changed the names of the club and the person to avoid embarrassment. If you do not want to read a story about lesbian sex - do not read on. * When I was 19 I worked four nights a week in a youth club, St. Patrick's Y. C. It was a very popular youth club which attracted children and teenag...
The hallway was cold and drafty. Silently I stood outside the oak-panelled door, softly kicking my heels against the wall. I had endured the first half hour of my wait with a growing apprehension and now, chilled and weary, I could feel the fear gripping me, wrapping itself around my shoulders like a dark December night. 'Come!' summoned the voice within....