When you meet the right person, you can allow yourself to fall knowing that they will catch you... Emerging from the Taiwanese drink shop holding a purple taro shake in one hand while grabbing her sunglasses from her shirt collar with the other, CJ quickly shields her green eyes from the bright sun as her cell phone buzzes to life inside her pocket. Answeri...
A very big thanks to CarsonShepherd, Impressive, English Lady and Vella for all of their help! As I was packing my bag to go home, I once again said a silent Thank You to my editor for giving me this assignment. It was Valentine's weekend and I had been filled with dread as I thought about spending it moping around my flat watching television and eating ice...
Jess was sitting naked across from me on my bed. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her bare pussy. "Come on," Susie, "let's go together." "I don't know if I want to get waxed," I replied. "Why don't you just keep shaving?" "It's a pain," she said. "You shave your legs and pits, is running a razor over your pussy that much more?" "Well, maybe...
Note: English isn't my first language, and you will find minor grammar errors. If this bothers you, please find other great stories on this site. Thanks. ***** As much as she liked nature and was involved in many environmentalist organizations, Angelica couldn't deny that she loved road trips. Road trips in cars to be precise. Especially, if she really wa...
Betsy and I went to London on the train to obtain passports for our trip. While there I bought her several new outfits. "I have a motive behind my wishes to have you travel as a companion. We can stay in the same room, and you will be treated as my equal. You have earned that." I told her as we shopped in one of London's finest shops. I did not want her to t...
Author's notes: To my small group of loyal fans, I am sorry it took so long for this installment. These chapters become larger than expected and I lose track of time. Instead of having you wait even longer, I've broken it apart so I can continue with less pressure. As always, my sincere thanks for your continued interest. XOXO Cymoril. ***** Friday was...
Chapter 1 I came out of the dry cleaners carrying an armload of garments and spotted my partner Carla McBain behind the steering wheel of my little blue Honda Accord waving her hands like there was a spider in the car. "Linda! Linda!" she called excitedly. "Come here! Quick!" I hurried over to her. "What's all the fuss?" "I was listening to the police sca...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find errors. *.* Before driving to Flowers, to the one boot store she knew of, Gracie Taylor swung by the post office to check her P....
Author's Note It's been a while since I've written a big ole slow-burning sappy as hell romance, and I think it's long past due. Plenty of passion in this one too, but it takes a while to get there. As usual, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and you should be too if you're reading this. Enjoy! WaxPhilosophic * Cilantro and Onions I...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. Summer 1987 Miriam Beckman laid back on the canvas and wood beach recliner, enjoying the midday sun as it spread across the Santa Monica hotel's veranda. The breeze off the ocean was a cool c...