Danni and Lorna were exhausted; Lorna had been helping Danni move into her new house, it was a new build, four bedroom detached, with extensive walled gardens for extra security and privacy; the rooms were spacious and the master bedroom had an en-suite bath and shower room. "Finally we've unpacked the last box," Danni said, flopping down on the sofa smili...
Working away from home on the odd weekend suited Yaz really well; she thought a lot of Cal, Yaz didn't want anything to serious they had spoke about it and Cal was fine with the situation after all she got the odd weekend to do what or who she wanted too. "You have remembered I'm working away this weekend haven't you chick?" Yaz asked Cal before heading out...
This may not be an easy read for some people. There will certainly be no quick thrill here. In fact you will have to wait until Part 2 of the story before any real action takes place. Most of this first part is character building and setting the scene, but as with any adventure or odyssey (sexual or otherwise) I would hope that for those who persevere, the...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. ***** P...
This is the third in the Girl Scout Moms series. It starts where Part II left off, so you'll want to read the first two before reading this one. * The next few days after my encounter with Jill at the campout were uneventful. Except for my near-constant rubbing my pussy and diddling my clit while thinking about Jill's sweet pussy. And Anna's too. And the...
This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21 Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Enjoy... * * * * * Damn.... I looked at the clock seven forty. School started in five minutes and I was going to be late, And my goddamned first period English teacher Ms. Santos had told me if I was late one m...
Before I start my story, let me introduce myself. My name is Wendy. I’m an 18-year-old freshman in College. I have a fetish for nipples—my own, and those of other women. Some people might call me a pervert, but hey, what I do does not hurt anyone, and it makes my very happy—not to mention titillating me (excuse the pun) and bringing tremendous excitement int...
Please do not reproduce this story without the express permission from the author. Copyright of destinie21. The Next Day The alarm went off at 6:00 and for the first time in days I hadn’t woken up before the buzzer. I was exhausted from all of my sexual antics, I lay in the bed trying to reclaim my fleeting slumber. After a few moments it became apparent t...
Brown Sugar is one of a series of stories that I have written concerning the sexual awakening of an attractive, happily married housewife. They go in the following order Miss Betty, Campaign Worker, The Lady in Black, The Lady in Black---Encore, Pigtails and Brown Sugar. If you enjoy this story please read the rest and please don't forget to vote. * About...
It was raining outside - a typical Amsterdam spring day with heavy grey cloud casting a chill gloom upon the city. A Little natural light was managing to find its way through the dirty, rain spattered windows as they rattled in their frames, carrying with it the luminous presence from the spring leaves on the trees outside that lined the canal. Inside, the r...