I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right. My fam...
Cristen Pt 2 The next day after her evening with Olga was tough. Cristen had never been so sore. Her ribs, hips and arms all ached, to say nothing of her still reddened, tender to the touch, pussy. However, it was most definitely all worth it to her. Later that morning, a text came in from Olga. Olga: Hey girl! Did last night do it for you? Cristen: omg...
All characters are 18 or over. They are all fictional. Quick disclaimer: This story is not meant to be realistic! Everything in here is purely a greatly exaggerated fantasy. It's not meant to make sense, it's meant to be hot! On that note, enjoy, and please rate and comment if you feel so inclined! ***** Mikayla, 21, watched as her 19 year old sister hap...
Cassie stepped off the stage at the Vanguard club 6021 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028 and her hands adjusted the short, black, moulded to her skin party dress, still on a high. It was not only the weekly Wednesday night but the Little Black Dress 3 Monthly Competition night. Her friend Angela had pressured the 21-year-old, long-haired, tall for an Asi...
"How high..." sings Lynn. "How hi-igh... How high the moo-oo-oon!" With echoes of Sarah Vaughan, she stretches the final word beyond its normal constraints, modulating the tone, while her fingers follow a little behind on the piano, finally resolving themselves in improvisation when she senses there is little more to be squeezed from one word. The audienc...
I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right. My fam...
(This is a sequel to my story "Elegance". I don't think its absolutely a requirement to have read that one although I obviously wouldn't mind.) Oh my god, its HER. My breath catches so suddenly I have to put out a hand to the wall and steady myself. My right hand of course. My left hand is holding my Champagne glass and although I want to catch her attentio...
The women continued to lie there in their clinch: Lynn, the blonde Amazon pinning down the smaller brown-haired Dina, her arms caught behind her. Their eyes locked, each sizing the other one up. For her part, Lynn thought that the whole thing would be incredibly funny and surreal if it weren't for her cheeks hurting, proof enough that this was not a dream. D...
Part One 'Diana's Story' I stare at the various devices laid out on the bed, shiny and enticing. Already, I can feel my heart beating a little faster, its normal steady pitter pat picking up tempo like a drummer in a rock band winding up in preparation for a solo. This was me winding up ready for my solo. The instructions had been precise on how the night...
My name is Zoë and I am nineteen, I have three loves, good coffee poured over a vanilla pod, good books and screwing beautiful girls. Oh, while I like my coffee vanilla I want my sex to be anything but. I spend hour's hanging out at the local library and I know many of the librarians well, some very well. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I d...