Every character in this story is over the age of 18. Any resemblance to anyone is coincidental and probably just means you are kind of a generic person. ----------------- I hear a lot of people wishing they could understand what was going on inside other people's minds. You hear it all the time "Oh I just don't know what they are thinking. I can't compreh...
Sally's Story To say that the entrance hall to The House of Octavia is imposing would hardly do justice to the marble floor, the crystal chandeliers, the shimmering fountains and tropical plants. The opulence spoke of enormous extravagance. To anyone with less than a six figure annual income, it would feel intimidated. Sally Heathery did not have a six fig...
Holly was lonely. Most of the time this was fine. Most of the time she preferred life that way. But the holidays got to her. It started with Thanksgiving and all the family togetherness. True, not everyone gathered joyously to fabulously prepared dinners, but we all pretended we did. Other people had to eat dry turkey and repeat old arguments too. At least...
I smelt her before I ever saw here. The sweet succulent cologne she wore wafted through the air as she walked briskly past me, my backside to her, making its way into my nasal cavity causing my head to snap in her direction. "What is it?" April, the friend I was talking to asked me. "Did you smell that?" I asked with a sense of urgency, like I was asking if...
When Elisa moved out two weeks ago neither of us shed a tear. It was inevitable. We made the fatal mistake of trying to turn lust into love and we never even came close. Then the lust was gone and there was nothing left. It was so promising in the beginning. We met at a party and immediately noticed how similar we looked. Both in our late twenties, both wit...
When Elisa moved out two weeks ago neither of us shed a tear. It was inevitable. We made the fatal mistake of trying to turn lust into love and we never even came close. Then the lust was gone and there was nothing left. It was so promising in the beginning. We met at a party and immediately noticed how similar we looked. Both in our late twenties, both wi...
Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings...
Well, here I am in my bed, a bit dizzy from the THC and sweat pouring down in streaks all along my body. Every now and then I would feel the rare but delicate coolness of my breath flowing out of my nostrils, flying over my breasts, which makes the nipples harden from the unfamiliar breeze. My eyes feel heavy with longing and indefinable lust as I look lazil...
My dick is all stiff. I'm confident in the way I have dressed; I know the waistband of my pretty pleated skirt will keep my one male part bound up against my pelvis throughout any ordinary movements. It has slipped up there a few times in the past, and I'm practiced enough to let it lie snugly under the soft fabric, sending me the occasional frictive tingle,...
This is the final instalment of Cindy and Debs the vampire lovers I hope you enjoy. * Several years passed as Cindy and Debs learnt how to hide their secret and still feed. They loved each other deeply and passionately sharing many intimate moments together but they also loved to feed together. They particularly liked to feed on young women, girls that lo...