A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story. My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's tha...
Behind her closed eyes, Beth's distress began welling up. "Damn, damn, damn! You're twenty eight now and those days are supposed to be well over," she agonised to herself. "What on earth made you do that?" Rehearsing at least three profuse apologies at once, she eased her guilty eyes open. The flaring off the open fire was dancing all over the beautiful s...
Liz slid between the cool immaculately white sheets. Her soft raven hair damp and clinging to her neck, and her body still hot from the run in from the car. Her heart still pounded and her breath came in short gasps from the stresses of her day and the mad dash to the spa. She had been very late. Her weekly massage appointment was on the far side of town fro...
Kerrie's Encounter My name is Julia; I am 22 year old college student in Texas. I am in my senior year at the local university majoring in business marketing and also work about 25 hours a week as a receptionist at a local Salon. I am 5'6", with blonde shoulder length hair and green eyes and I have a "runner's" slender body. A Runner's Body is also short fo...
It was early March and cold when I decided to make a trip to the strip mall and upgrade my cellular phone. After I completed that mission I dropped in at a coffee café for a body warmer. While waiting in line to place my order, I overheard one of the young ladies in front of me ask her friend if she had the wax job for the upcoming spring break. I heard her...
"Back so soon for a full leg and bikini?" Tanya asked as I peeled off my shorts. "It grows faster in summer," I said, settling on the narrow table in my tank top and thong. I lay back and watched as she turned away to dial up the heat on the wax pot. Her tight black skirt rode up the back of her toned and hairless brown thighs. No panty line, and no thong...
This story is my first new piece of fiction in over ten years and was inspired by a request from a kind reader of my first posting: 'The Salon Pt. 01' I love suggestions for new stories and can't wait to find out where future, yet-to-written installments will take us. As always your feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** Not for the first time Marion felt...
This is the third instalment of the series. The second one I titled An Island Reemerges, since it takes place somewhere else entirely. The setting of this particular chapter is fictional and all resemblance to actual places or people is coincidental. The next segment is a direct continuation of this story. The dusty red-white Sooner Bus Company coach bega...
A great weight had been lifted when Stina broke the ice and established the fact that we were now an item. Her expectations weren’t as shocking as one would expect and I could comfortably accommodate her provided she made these requests clear. The message and delivery were so far well received. There was tranquility in submission. Any attempt to command resp...
I remember asking Mom and Elaine about being shaved and I remember running my fingers over Elaine's mound while she pressed my fingers into her. I remember Jenni forgetting that we were partners and letting me make a fool of myself. I don't remember agreeing to go to the salon with them to get a Brazilian wax but I'm lying here, watching Elaine stare at my b...