Chapter 3 - Hook Woke up, need a pee, where's the coffee? Kitchen, kettle, lounge, sit, drink. That quiet period before anything happens, the moment the coffee warms you up, wakes you up. I love this time of day and really needed it, this day especially. Beatrice and Tina woke up shortly afterward and brought their own coffees in. Their lipstick was still...
This story is by Wanda, for Clare. The Sunshine Coast is an area to the north of Brisbane in the state of Queensland in Australia. It extends from Caloundra in the south to Noosa Heads in the north. Sunshine Beach is immediately south of Noosa and Peregian Beach is a few kilometres further south. The climate is sub-tropical. __________________ She had alm...
The Ford Explorer rocked as it took the hump of some railroad tracks at twice the legal speed limit. "Could we get to the tornado in one piece please?" complained Benny, from the back seats. I knew he was catching hell with the bumps, camera equipment bags have a tendency to want to bounce after all. "Bitch, bitch, nag, nag. Has she ever not gotten us to...
Searching all around the U.S., we've brought you the twelve fiercest, dominating, well-hung futanari we could find. And now, we're going to throw them in a ring with one another to dominate one another. Six entry rounds, three follow-ups, and one threeway championship match you won't want to miss. All for the chance to be called the champ - and a grand prize...
"Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly..." the soft, raspy voice of Rod Stewart drifted sexily on the warm current of air as the fire crackled and popped in the upstairs living room. A rosy golden glow suffused the room, stopping short at the heavy drapes holding out the darkness. Shadows danced on walls and ceiling lending the room a certain li...
Katrina came over to visit me tonight. She said she had a surprise for me. After dinner, we're sitting on my couch chatting. She's in a white skirt and black zip-up hoodie. It's the velvety kind of soft, and my fingertips lightly stroke the arm of her jacket as we chat. "You like that texture, dear?" she asks, noticing my casual touch. "I like soft things,...
"Turn here." I look at her with suspicion. There were three choices before me at this moment. Continue down the road and eventually make our way back to I-49's endless stretch. Turn right and creep our way through the sleeping country of Natchitoches parish. Or -- as she just asked me -- venture left onto a dirt road that I was certain had been clipped from...
They hit a lingerie store... or perhaps 'struck' might have been a better word. Somehow en-route to the store the girls had managed to get their soaked thongs down off their butts; stepping their high heels out of them before tucking the soaked underwear into each other's purses, (as pervy little chick-scented mementos of a brunch that went better than expec...
(This is chapter 13 of a series, it will make a lot mre sense if you read them in order) * For the next few days Tracy and I went to class and I felt like a princess. I was constantly catching groups of guys hovering around us. They opened doors, carried our books, and just about waited on us hand and foot. I met a few of them and they were really very sw...
Gerri killed the engine on her bass boat and glided into a cove sighing with contentment. Looking around at the morning mist rising from the lake she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be or anything else she would rather be doing. As the boat slowed to a near stop she rose from the helm and slid into her bass seat taking up her rod and engaging the...