As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly c...
Authors Note: Well, I can see now why there's hardly any stories involving survival and apocalyptic themes on this site. I had to edit out most of the violence so I don't know, I hope this reads like a genuine survival love story regardless. Had I known there was a prohibition, I wouldn't have written this story. But I have, so. As a disclaimer, this story...
I met Kay years later again, upon adulthood at a mutual friend's wedding whom we had known for years; quaint, at a big blue house on the edge of a canyon in the sleepy cool spring in the foothills of California. Being face to face with this girl after so much time apart was awkward, she had been scrawny when we were younger. Now she was filled with the vol...
Jennifer and her husband Chris were in a bind. They were a young couple, she was 22 and he had recently turned 23. He had been in the military since he graduated high school. They had just gotten the news that his unit would be shipped out. She needed a place to stay while he was serving his country. So they began to search local papers for a reasonably pric...
That was our last night at the Topkapi Palace. At the time, I thought it would be a few months, and then we should be back to normal; I could not have been more wrong. The morning following our night of passion, the Sultan marched south -- on the Damascus road. We said a tearful farewell to the ladies of the Seraglio. Calliope, the mother of the Sultan and...
That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterwards, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the map to the future that, at that time, I could not have imagined. The English would not return to Istanbul for three months. By then the potential heir to the Empire, the s...
The last thing she could share with her rigid military husband is her longing for women and her severe boredom with his thrusting cock which seems like it has a mind of its own and not the least of his mind-heart-body melded with hers. His lack of awareness and attention to her pulsing clit which was only truly satisfied by a desirous tongue, especially befo...
After washing my face, Sarah suggested we should go for our sauna. 'Did you not want to orgasm my little one?' I explained to her that while I loved to orgasm, I loved pleasing her even more. 'Well, my love, we shall have to work on that, because I like it when you cum for me.' That, I said, sounded like a deal. It was typical of Sarah that she should ha...
The first part of our story introduced us to eighteen-year-old Skyler, who wondered if she might not be frigid. None of her relationships with boys or men have given her that sense of giddy excited ness that she sees in all of Syler's friends. Even the sex the auburn-haired teen has had has left her with the feeling something was missing. And then she rando...
It was after 9am when Sara awoke still holding Amber in her arms. Her vision was a little hazy but her memory was clear as it could be. She smiled to herself and pulled the covers off if her body but kept Amber covered. She gently got out of bed to keep from waking Amber up and headed for her bathroom completely nude. She went about her morning routine of us...