It was a quite normal day at college. Lectures and tutorials filled the morning and afternoon. It was about 3ish when a pressing matter made me excuse myself from class. I always took my time when visiting the girls room. I believed that pressing too hard would dis figure my little orifice and that to me was the last thing I would ever want. I came from a...
With the participation of Pimanko as translator from original French language. I thank him. *** Chapter 10 The Much-Expected Visit Part 2 After some sucking and nibbling on the nipples, the countess stood up and kissed Stephanie full on the lips. "My name is Claire. I would really like it if you call me that instead of 'countess.' I know that all the est...
Chapter the First In which the principal players are introduced.... Tuesday was always a strange day for me; I don't know why, but I could always count on the bizarre, unusual, or unpleasant to make an appearance on that day of the week. This week was no exception. It began ordinarily enough, with me waiting at the corner for my bus and chatting with the f...
"Devonshire's. Good afternoon." "Oscar, it's Wendy Kendall." "Mrs. Kendall! How nice to hear from you." "Do you have any time for me today?" "I always have time for you, Mrs. Kendall. Let me check the book. How much time were you looking for?" "Oh, shit. I'm running on fumes these days. Two hours?" "Oh, my. Two hours, two hours. Hmm. Anything special,...
Joanne had just brought Amy to several of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt or experienced in her life. Joanne had eaten her pussy like a woman possessed and if she hadn't pushed Joanne's head away, she was sure that Joanne would have kept on devouring her wet pussy. "where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" Amy gasped to which Joanne replied...
Milly the maid found herself bent over the low parlour coffee table, hands bound behind her back by her own stripped leggings and her tush in the air. "Now, Milly," her young mistress, Hannah, chided. She paced a slow circle around the table, her lovely face haughty and annoyed. She wore her blond hair long and tied with red ribbon in a ponytail that bounce...
This is my attempt at writing a girl:girl story for a good girl friend of mine as a dare - could a man write one?? * * * * * Emma watched him stride across the wooden floor of the bar. Without a backward glance towards her, his weight forced the doors at the entrance apart and the darkness of the street quickly swallowed his shadow. He was gone. Once again...
Emma found the office and noted with some amusement and curiosity the sign on the door that said "Dr. Karen Bush and Associates, Gynecology and Sexology". As Emma entered she smiled inwardly at the idea of a gynecologist by the name of "Bush", and reflected that she didn't know there was such a thing as "sexology". A little while later Emma sat in the recep...
The first time I touched a woman, it came more naturally than I could have ever imagined. None of my fears of being repelled by the female body, of being awkward, of not knowing what to do, were realised, and instead, I found myself taking control, asking if I could kiss her, my hands moving with a familiar ease over her soft, womanly curves, taking off her...
THOMAS DEAN IMPRINT Part 4 Hot and Cold I jumped when heard the screeching sound of the nurse slipping on rubber gloves. I took a deep breath the ordeal was about to begin: the assumption of power over the person and the loss of personal autonomy. For the second time this week I found myself dethroned in this predicament in this clammy sub -- basement at th...