You know my story. Or rather, you think you know my story. The story of the poor little girl whose mother died when she was young and her father remarried. Who became little more than a servant in her own home after the death of father. You think my fairy godmother or perhaps the spirit of my late mother in a tree blessed me so that I went to the ball and m...
Clarification: All characters in the sex scenes described in this work of fiction are above the legal age of consent in your state or country. The cool nylon sheets clung to Layla’s back and shoulders as underneath them she gently applied her tongue and lips to Marianne’s oh! so very beautiful crotch. The folds of her vulva, the labias minora and majora as...
The woman placed her coffee down on the table I sat at and sat down looking at me. I hadn't seen her arrive, I was in a bit of a dream. She looked familiar but I wasn't sure. Without looking directly at her I noted unconsciously that she was wearing trousers and heels and a jacket. She placed her coffee cup, looked up and made it obvious that she was looking...
Continuation of A Snowball Running. Includes graphic lesbian sex and some sports references. Alicia watched Miss Kitty-Fantastico run into the sliding glass door in an attempt to chase a bird. The cat stalked back and forth in frustrated confusion. Her mind flashed back involuntarily to Rian trying to get under her shirt directly after their first kiss t...
Author's note: This story was written in November-December 2018, but the main portion is set in 2016 and 2017 because I wanted to include a certain historical event in the background. If you want to get straight to the sex without all that pesky background and character development, skip to chapter three. I would like to dedicate this work to the memory of...
"Over the desk, you naughty little girl!" Cheryl smiled and leaned over at the waist placing her hands on the cold desk in front of her, her firm rounded bum stuck out under the little schoolgirl skirt she was wearing, the thin grey material dropping just below her bum on the top of the backs of her thighs. "I'm sorry Miss" she said with a grin as she felt...
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, pulling the hotel's Etro robe around me. The stranger standing in the doorway looked confused and surprised. "621, right?" she said in perfect boarding school English while consulting her room key. This being a hotel that still used real brass keys instead of those plastic credit card facsimiles. A charming place in the Sev...
Jocelyn had just moved into Fran's neighborhood, in a back-split next door, and had been getting settled into her surroundings with her two other room mates. Jocelyn was nearly ten years older than the other girls of the house, but enjoyed their youthful exuberance. Her schedule was not conducive with the other girl's daytimers and found herself coming home...
I was having my morning coffee when a knock on my back door startled me. Being new to the neighborhood, I approached the door suspiciously, wondering who it could be at six in the morning. I felt a sense of relief when I recognized the woman who lived next door. "Hello neighbor," she said cordially as I opened the door. "I was beginning to think you didn't...
Story summary: "Merry Christmas" 'Twas the night before Christmas,and throughout the dorm,not a kid in her dorm room,'cause they all had gone home. Except me, and my Christmas present to me, all tied up in a little, tiny red bow: Bella Swan. .... "Bella," I called liltingly. "Mmmf! Mmmf!" Bella cried out helplessly. I just so love it when Bella cries o...