Southern Nights 12. – Over the trench. The crystal clear water was so warm it hardly served to cool down the three passion-driven bodies at all. Not even now as the most intense heat was over. Now, once the sun had passed it's apex and started a downward journey, it didn't give the same feeling of being roasted alive as they once again sat down on the uppe...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
- - - - - - - - Kit Cat baby, didnt I tell you your secrets were safe with me? /saw 2 pedestrians, 2 black and white lesbians.... ha ha ha ha. I got nuthin but love) - - - - - - - - Chapter 1 The atmosphere in the hotel room was more relaxed. The next round of beer was served and the next joint was doing its round. Mel walked to her mom's traveling bag...
Research That night, after a long day spent thinking things over, Janice lay leisurely atop her large, still-made bed wearing nothing but a short, cream coloured, silk nightgown. Her knees drawn up and parted, the fingers of her right hand gently stroking her pussy, her thoughts not concerned with Courtney's unexpected departure with a sadness as she may ha...
by britisha_luvs-anl, patty parker, nastilatina & lila_luscious Exerpt from Chapter 5A Yet again, the bleary-eyed nurse is presented with a "cock" fresh from her backdoor, and again she opens her mouth, submissively accepting the soiled prick like the true anal slut she has become. Once she is finished with her task of cleaning Irinia's strap on to the Hea...
Author's note: This tale is a lengthy denunciation of society's interpretation of what beauty is in a woman, and how one woman's own misconception of elegance is erotically altered for the sake of unconditional love. Readers are encouraged to be open-minded. And above all else, enjoy. After all, this is an erotic tale of romance and delight. For as long as...
I woke up slowly and took my waking slow. Yes, I paraphrase Roethke and truly; why not? I am learning by going where I have to go. ***** I woke up and sensed the comfort of the sheets first. I was so relaxed, the sheets so sensuous against my body, the warm sunshine which woke me. The sense of relaxation, of having been completed; yes indeed I took m...
Lisa Andrews, pastor of a small church, was a 38 year old woman with no children. She was five foot four inches tall, 124 lbs with blonde hair and blue eyes. She loved her work in the church and when she accepted a a call to become the pastor of a church in a Chicago suburb she jumped at the chance. Joan was the music director of the church and she and the...
A little fluffy romantic diddy I wrote in an hour. I really like when butches worship femmes. ;) Constructive criticism is welcome, as I'm fairly new to writing this sort of stuff. Thanks. --- I'm lying on the couch in just a white t-shirt and panties, watching TV and stuffing potato chips in my mouth, when she comes home. I stiffen for a moment, but she...
I awoke the next morning before Mistress Elizabeth and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking her. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on bare feet to the end door. I opened it slowly to hopefully avoid any squeaks, switched on the lights and gazed in awe at the dungeon and its equipment. I remembered the gynecologist’s examination c...