In our first two instalments of "A Rose Blooming" we have seen Amy initiated into the joy of sex under the watchful eye of her mother Michelle. However for the next stage Michelle has to be very careful and she has decided to seek the counsel of her very good friend Anna, who we had contact with in the first instalment of our series as the Manager of an excl...
Smiling, placing the Santa Isabella into the icebucket, I look over at the glasses and position them beside the 3 red roses I so nervously picked out at the florist, thinking to myself, "Ok, perfect...oh! Gotta get the candles ready!" Digging in my bag of goodies I pull out the 6 white candles I had made with the word love embedded into them, and place them...
Several weeks had passed since Steve Bryant had finished his physical therapy and checked out of the rehab center where Sarah had been working since shortly after New Years. The weeks had passed uneventfully, which was a relief after the nights she had spent being fucked by her older patient. She hadn't really come to terms with everything that had happened...
Concentrating on her homework, Shona was rudely interrupted as Jane stormed into their dormitory room. "Bastard!" sobbed Jane as she threw herself on her bed, burying her face in her pillow. Shona turned towards her friend. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. "Andy," cried Jane, sniffing back tears, "he... he's dumped me!...
Late Saturday night, a very tired and thoroughly satisfied group stopped for the day. Some stayed the night easily finding sleep companions. Candy and Cindy approached Dawn and asked if they could invite two close friends for the Sunday finale. "If they are as sweet as you love birds, by all means," replied Dawn. "Oh, they are very nice. We owe our curren...
Grinning from ear to ear, Sam stood and slipped her skirt down, wiggling to get it over her shapely hips. Stepping out of the bundle at her feet, she stood before Erin wearing only her black lace thong and strappy sandals. Erin reached out, resting her hands on Sam's hips, pulling her closer. Slipping her fingers under the thin strands of fabric, Erin slowly...
Her lips found my own. It was gentle - soft, even. The kiss she may have shared with me at the club if I had been brave enough. I slid my own arms down her back, opening my mouth to her, and Phoenix Whitford's tongue slipped in, caressing my own. She was mine - and mine only. Our tongues met, and I groaned into her mouth. That sound snapped whatever leash sh...
This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Party Time". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one. * * * * * I was in the library on a Sunday afternoon when I saw her. Or heard her, really. "Milene? Hey, Milene!" I turned at the sound of my name, startled out of deep thought as...
I picked up the buzzing phone absentmindedly, my thoughts on the contract before me. "Ms. Benton." I was so distracted I didn't realize it was on my private line. "Hi Aunt Becky, it's Cheryl. I hope I haven't called at an inconvenient time." "Well, hello you sweet young lady. It's always nice to hear your voice, you are not interrupting and even if you...
I'm going to the seaside. You probably wonder why I, a forty-five year old widow, find this so exciting, but I haven't been for years, not since my husband died ten years ago. I don't know why, just never did. We never had children, who would no doubt have taken me there, so I suppose that's at least part of the reason. My name is Lydia. As I've already men...