Annabelle's cotton sheets have ducks on them. They're not made of as nice of a material as the satin I'm laying on now, but the ducks are so cute and so her. I can imagine Annabelle's face when she'd determined that I stood her up on New Year's Eve. I feel so horrible and so cold. We met three weeks ago. Annabelle kept glancing over at me in the coffee hous...
Three weeks after her eighteenth birthday, Emma was looking for a part time job that she could do on the weekend, or evenings after she finished high school for the day. She wanted to go to university when she graduated, but her family didn't have a lot of money so she wanted to try and save up and pay for at least some of it herself. Flipping through the cl...
I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of...
Today Sarah was meeting a childhood friend: Nikki. They've been friends since the age of 6, but Nikki is a year older than Sarah. Currently they're both in college but they haven't met each other for about 2 years now. They do text a lot and face time. Sarah had found out that Nikki was lesbian a while ago but she wouldn't judge. She was always the one agai...
I had known Sally for some time and we had got to the point where we were getting into some really naughty and teasing practical jokes, some of which were quite adventurous. I.e., one evening we went out wearing short skirts and commando. Visiting a Pub, someway away from home, we sat on high bar stools, and chatted away until we caught the eye of a couple...
Irene was an artist of pretty good stature. She had sold or showed a lot of her work. She was able to support herself and then some, so she was certainly successful enough. Heather was thrilled to be able to go to her party through her friend Janet. Anyone who didn't want to drive home was invited to stay over. Since Heather was driving herself and it was ov...
"Oh." Pain lanced through her head, radiating from a hot lump scabbing at her temple and migrating downward through her torso and causing her toes to curl. She didn't open her eyes at first; she raised a hand, attempting to touch the wound but found that it was impossible. Lines that led to an IV drip and electrical leads tethered her forearm to her body....
I had the deepest nights sleep I've had in months. I must have fallen asleep at 9 pm and slept right until my alarm sounded. Nobody needs Lunesta, you just need a talented woman! What a great way to start off a Monday. I walked to my desk and followed my usual routine but I felt like I was floating on air. Jackie seemed to take note in perky attitude, "Some...
Ch. 02: An Interlude We all piled off the bus into the cold night air, stumbling wearily down the steps into a crowd of waiting parents. A cloud of mist from our steamy breath formed over us as we all gathered at the side of the bus waiting for the driver to unload our bags and all the kit from the luggage compartment. We were quiet now, and sleepy after th...
This my first story, may not be the last who knows. The muse is a fickle unpredictable creature at best. I need to say thank you to Fire_Breeze for editing the grammar, spelling.etc.. Her patience is a virtue. She was one of a few who said go ahead post it. The story contains consensual sex between women of age. If that isn't your thing then don't read it....