It was a typical mundane day at the Laundromat with the same typical patrons dragging in their weekly loads of laundry. Megan dreaded Sundays as much as she did going to the dentist. It was pure torture dealing with dragging her clothing and waiting for the whole process of wash, dry and fold. It has been three months of this dreadful task since her washer a...
Put two girls together in a room, light the room with candles, spray the bedsheets with sweet perfume, ignite the fires of love with wine, and the ingredients are there for a wonderfully romantic evening. Add in a mixture of one more girl and the night will be set on fire. That's exactly what happened the night Linda and I met the sexy Megan. She had b...
First off I want to thank everyone for the terrific feedback I've gotten so far. My intention is to spread the gamut of themes, and try to come up with as diverse a body of work as I can muster. * * * * * My name is Holly, I'm 28 now, but this story happened when I was eighteen. It was my first year of college. That was when it all happened. For three seme...
Midnight had come and gone. Megan still had no relief from the humidity. Her dark brown hair felt heavy and thick. It stuck to her bare back and shoulders. She cursed herself for not getting a shorter haircut for summer. Her family's country farmhouse was quiet for the night in the lonely, still field of corn. There was no breeze, just a wicked damp heat tha...
We departed from the small pub in a hurry. Both of us were eager to get to the hotel. We pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked at the rear door closest to my room. Megan got out and retrieved her bag of toys and her extra goodies from the trunk. I fumbled with the door key and finally managed to get us into the hotel. We stepped into the elevator and...
"Is that... her?" Brooke was whispering, but she wasn't being discreet enough - at the other end of the free weights section, Olga noticed that Brooke was staring, and she stared straight back, with a knowing smirk playing about her lips. Megan flushed. "Yes. That's her. Now stop staring, will you, and just spot me." Her new girlfriend obliged, and Megan...
Back by popular demand, this is the sequel to 'The Mechanic'. If you haven't read that one, it probably makes more sense to do that first. Perhaps the story does not continue the way some of you hoped but, as you may guess after reading, there will be a part 3 too. We owe these two that much! As always, I'd love to hear what you think! Happy reading! * * *...
Authors note: This story is the fifth (and hardly the last) in a somewhat loose series that begins with "Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover" and "Macy's Crush" and is directly preceded by "Naiya's Fresh Start." Normally I'd say these stories are capable of standing on their own, but with this one I feel it would be wise to at least suggest that anyone interested s...
"Sorry Megan. I'm nearly finished here," Don quietly apologised, forms and cheques strewn before him as he added by way of explanation. "Let me finish the last of these late tour bookings and we're off to breakfast straight away. Give me two minutes. I know you're probably starving." On the opposite side of the counter in the small office, the attractive br...
Megan looked up at Jill in terror. Most of her horniness was quashed by how scared she was. What would Jill think of her, sitting there with a banana shoved six or seven inches into her cunt? And all she could say was, "you couldn't even imagine how hot that looks?!" Megan was trying to think of a response to Jill's totally tactless comment, but Jill acted b...