I meant to clean myself up after the best orgasm of my life, but somehow kept coming back to kiss Annie, who fingered my wetness, which made me want to kiss her all the more. As I pulled away for my third attempt to wash my face, she looked at me: "Suck my finger, Pixie." Her gaze held me. My heart skipped a beat, but I did it. I could smell my own girl...
[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place or thing are entirely coincidental.] (C) Copyright 2009 M Saint NOTE: This story is a combination of two separate stories, to bring characters together. Can you guess which ones? * Winter came, and Dawn was now living with her boyfriend, Rich. They shared a one bedroom apartme...
The door opens and she is standing there, as usual, wearing her luxurious gold satin robe and gold high heels. With the door still open, I reach out and undo the belt and gently push apart the flimsy material. I watch avidly as her dark brown, heavily swollen belly comes into view, topped by her enormous, chocolate brown breasts. They are rising up out of...
“I think,” Claire said in her tight-jawed voice, “we should make that fat girl, Janice, our slave. If we need our pussy eaten, we call Janice. If we’re going out of town, we have Janice make herself available to our men.” Claire snorted. “Do you know Dwight actually had the nerve to tell me ‘…it just feels good and squishy…’ when he was talking about som...
Mood Ring Chpt.2 (revised) I triggered my remote and my little red Tiburon happily beeped and flashed its blinkers at me as if winking at me and wishing me luck. I turned to my escort and said, "Ready now. I just wanted to be sure my car would be here when I came back for it." The tall blonde woman wove her arm into mine, smiled at me, and guided me to th...
(A brief disclaimer: The Ocean Club in this story should in no way be confused with the One and Only Ocean Club, and this story in no way represents any events, occurrences, or incidents at the One and Only Ocean Club, nor is it intended to represent the behaviors, inclinations or proclivities of the One and Only Ocean Club's guests. Any resemblance is entir...
My full name is Nanette Marten-Story but everybody calls me Nancy. I come from old money and I have the bluest of blue blood running in my veins. My ancestors were Cavalier plantation owners from Virginia, Knickerbocker robber barons from Long Island and Yankee traders from Massachusetts. I think I have inherited my sociopathic tendencies from them. I gradu...
Many thanks for all the feedback, DEAR readers. I love the way many of your are engaging in my naughty-nasty glam fantasy, which is so precious to me. I LOVE to discuss it, so please, more comment is appreciated... Sorry to only tease you here *wink*.. Chapter 2, Part 2 cumming soooon. Thanks again to all my inspirations, and a mention specifically to Kim...
My name is Christine Brown. I'm a tall, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a lawyer in the city, representing mostly people accused of violent crimes. Fighting for the clearly guilty when they can afford my fee. It's this lawyer's life. That's why I went to Suffolk University Law School after all. It's my li...
In the middle of the dead-of-winter night in a big old empty farmhouse pretty much in the middle of nowhere, Livvy Hardy, bartender, lately of somewhere further south and east and much less windy, falls naked backward onto a bed in an upstairs bedroom. Her lover's skin shines like a pearl in the nightlight from the uncovered window. At the foot of the bed sh...