This is a continuation of edgefull's Best friend series; which I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope this story is as entertaining as the originals. Back to the Airport As the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the Onaspa, the driver (a petite woman with long black hair, blue eyes and dark red lips) told us to get comfortable. Ali and I got comfortable in the back se...
Tidings Of Comfort And Joy 1 Thursday, December 6th, 11:21 pm Domenique, just drunk enough to still be in control, signed her name to the release waver. Manny, the boy faced bouncer, stepped in, took the document and the pen and carried it away. Domenique then sat back and tried to relax as Love sat upon her lap. She stared into her former lover's eyes,...
I previously wrote a story which featured Rani, a charming young woman from India who was studying here in America. I managed to convince her to allow my to sample her luscious body, which was not only a magnificent example of the female form, but had what I considered the added benefit of having been untouched by a razor for her entire nineteen years. If t...
I'm not a lesbian. I'm not, really. But, something happened recently and I need to tell someone. I can't tell my friends. I certainly can't tell my husband. But, I really need to share this, get it off my chest. So . . .why not tell the world? That's why I'm here. Obviously, I'm going to be discreet, change some details, but, this is how it happened and thi...
Recognizing my problem, Kelly knelt beside me and whispered sotto voce. "It's OK, little one. Just relax and you will be able to do it. Attempting to "relax" me, she put her hand on my chest just under my breasts and started rubbing in a circle down to my abdomen and back up again. Her other hand stroked my bare ass. "Come on love," she coaxed. "Let it flow....
When Sherri opens her door to find the subject of her fantasies standing there, she is too shocked to breathe. The two women have a lot in common including a dream they unknowingly share. * For several days, I had studied, photographed, and lusted after my famous neighbor. She was, at once, artist, photographer and gifted pianist, who demanded that her pr...
My name is Joann McCabe but my friends call me Jo. I used to live in New York but my husband died from a long illness a couple of years ago and I now decided to make some changes in my life, so I moved to Tarpon Springs, Florida, the nudist resort capital, and since I have no children and really no family to speak of, this was the right time. I was lucky eno...
This is a romance that builds slowly to an intense sexual awakening. This has now been edited so it should be a much easier, error free read. A massive thank you to Winterreisse for his excellent editing work. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 1: A Weekend Away It has been four years since Trinity and went on our ill-fated camping t...
As usual, this is based on my experiences. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and dramatic license has been taken. I hope you enjoy the story. I love to receive feedback, so keep it cumming. * Writing the story about Yvette reminded me of the days when I worked as an exotic dancer, which was my first real job. I hate to say this, but I was strip...
Winter never really came to West Yorkshire in 2017. Or rather, the days rolled around as per always but the bad weather didn't happen; it was generally mild with not so much rain and the one snow fall only covered the higher hills. In fact it wasn't just mild, it was occasionally hot. I saw May blossom in the last week of February which was, to my way of thi...