"You really must relax. Really." Gina cooed huskily into Wendy's ear, lightly flicking her tongue along the trembling, young office clerk's earlobe. It was only her first week on the job and Wendy never expected to be assailed with such an aggressive seduction as this. Her heart was beating so hard, she thought it would burst. Her legs were trembling like a...
Daisy lay in her bed that night, still aching. Her holes had been used again and again that weekend, and they felt sore. On top of that, she had left the pumps on her nipples and anus until just before bedtime. Even on their timed schedule that gave her relief every ten minutes or so, they ached. She examined the swollen nubs, still obscenely large and purpl...
Rachal and Lana lay together on the bed, their bodies entwined with each other. The skinhead woman's body was half-above Rachal's curvy figure and the brunette's pretty head nestled firmly into the soft pillow as Lana flicked her long tongue around the inside of that adorable mouth. Her deep, searching kisses had lasted for what seemed like hours. "You're e...
My mother died when I was six. She was thirty-two, and the light and center of our family. Her death was sudden, a car accident, and my father had a very difficult time dealing, let alone explaining her disappearance to his three children. I was the easiest to pacify, being the youngest. All I needed to know was that mommy was in heaven and that she would al...
[This is a stand alone read, but it is part two of what will be a trilogy. Part one was, Patty: Patty Jenkens Cums To Bat. This tale is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps, some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and persons are entirely fictio...
After midnight in this nonviolent offender's prison has its quiet moments. We have some freedoms here that violent criminals don't in their "total lockdown" big house. On nights that missing my home and cat looms large on me or thinking of that last glass of Ch'arè Pierre and spiced vanilla truffles while Maria and I watched the sunset together, hanging out...
Her First Taste of Another Woman Ch. 03 As I think back on that long three days, I remember Mandy a great deal, I mean how could I not remember her. She looked like she was 28 or 29 but she was actually in her late 30, almost 40. I close my eyes and see her nipples pink, hard and stuck out so far they almost looked like they were fake. Yet we all knew they...
Alone. Aroused. Thinking of her. Thinking of her hands, mouth, and body swallowing me, slithering over me, under me, through me, leaving a trail of shivers. Fingertips starting at my head touching my scalp, gliding over my brow, winding their way down my face, light as air, a whisper of touch. I inhale deeply and smell her musky scent causing an instant reac...
I am on my back in her bed: soft mattress, soft sheets, soft pillows, soft and hard her-muscle, gentle-my eyes follow the curve of the brawn in her arms, beneath her bronze(d) skin. She is holding herself up looking at me, her hair loose, the curls a curtain, a separate heaven of both of our faces. She is worried that I might not be strong enough, even thoug...
Midnight had come and gone. Megan still had no relief from the humidity. Her dark brown hair felt heavy and thick. It stuck to her bare back and shoulders. She cursed herself for not getting a shorter haircut for summer. Her family's country farmhouse was quiet for the night in the lonely, still field of corn. There was no breeze, just a wicked damp heat tha...