first story, please be nice.... Its early morning, the sun is just starting to come up. I slip out of your bed still nude from our love making the night before. I turn and look at you still sleeping, so amazing. I kneel down and find the "toys" from last night, I pick them up and carry them with me into the bathroom. I love the door open. I learned my fir...
I hate moving. Mind you, this was my very first move so my experience was, you might say, limited, but those of you who have moved and I must think that's most of you, know what I mean. My name is Sally. I'm a country girl and I was in the process of moving to the city for the first time. Oh, did I mention I hate moving? I'm twenty-one, considered pretty b...
Since the next day was Sunday, I made a huge dinner and left invitations on each of my neighbor's doorsteps, in the hopes that I could become better friends with all of them. Unfortunately, Nigel was going to be out of town on a flight so I promised him that I'd make him a plate. Henrietta was the first to arrive and she was a delicious package of Asian good...
Sista Sallie returned to her house flustered and flushed...the heat rising to her face—from heaven knows where (heaven probably did know, but good Sista Sallie would never admit it—at least not yet)...she immediately reached for the church fan—she had 'accidentally' lifted soooo many Sundays ago—her attempt be next to the lord—and to that fine young Pastor D...
Like all my stories this is based on an actual experience. Names have been changed, etc. In the 1970's we lived in a small community in Florida. Our neighborhood was so safe that we never locked a door. In fact, when we sold the house ten years later we could not locate a key to pass on to the new owners. One of our neighbors was a nineteen year old gir...
The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of the water. Seeing Mandy next to me, I figured it must be Katie enjoying an early morning hot shower. I could not believe how happy our experience the night before made me. I began to gaze at Mandy's sleeping face, so sweet and young, and so peaceful now. My mind raced as I hoped she wouldn't wake and run out of the...
Miss White woke up with a smile on her face, her head full of images of the previous night's escapade. She enjoyed imagining that Karen might have been changed by the experience, that she would go home and start seducing her female friends and neighbors, spreading the gospel of lesbian pleasure. Probably not, but who knows? It was fun to think about, anyway....
What you're about to read is true. No names were changed to protect the innocent, because, no one was innocent. Unless I state otherwise, what I write are actual accounts of real sex between Blue and I. This is only one recent night in particular...we fuck no less than twice a day...usually three times...and some days, we just can't leave each other alone,...
"Happy Fucking Birthday to me!" I thought to myself. If only I knew at that moment just how happy my fifty-second birthday was truly going to be. But as I took my regular afternoon jog through Meyer Park in the northwest suburbs of Houston, Texas; my mind was a swirling mess of self-pity, loneliness and sexual frustration. My husband and I had been divorced...
he muddy Jeep pulled out of Jamison Apartment Complex's parking lot, and left a tearful young woman standing on the sidewalk, waving goodbye. The woman, Donna Bravely, was wearing green and blue plaid pajama pants and a white tank top which easily revealed her bright pink bra underneath. The parking lot was soon quiet, and Donna slowly walked back into her a...