I decided that my husband David needed to spend the night in the spare bedroom. I locked the bedroom door and when he tried to open it, he got the message. I took off my bikini and lay on my bed slowly caressing my body, dreaming of Randy's dark skin, his tattoos, those muscles of his, and that magnificent dick of his. I wanted it in me and more so I wanted...
Author's Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. The web forum mentioned in this story is fictional, as are the users names and any other information. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Accidental Lesbians Chapter One: Alternatives to Intercourse Forum » Virg...
At this moment in time, my hands shaking on the keyboard, I muse. I romanticize that I am going to see her. Then the romance goes away, and I see the facts, not the emotions. The reality kicks in. Oh yeah, she was serious. She doesn't want me and for good reason. She is in a 24 hour in patient program with no date of release. In the dream, this fantasy tha...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
It was a hot summers day and I was sitting in a classroom with 50 other people, watching a lecture on the anatomy of a fish. I looked out the window and just saw the heat radiating off of the blacktop. I was dressed for class today in a short black cotton skirt that hugged my hips and upper thighs with a pink low cut blouse, a black lacey bra and no panties...
What is reality? What is fiction? Isn't all writing ultimately autobiographical? At least, shouldn't good writing seem that way? In the end, does it matter as long as it's a good story? My wife and I made love this morning, and afterward she brought me a cup of coffee in bed. (Have I ever mentioned that she is wonderful?) While we snuggled together,...
Julia and I were very close. We shared all our secrets and deepest thoughts and were constant pillars of support to each other. Being a teenager is a wonderful thing when one looks back on it. The sort of friendship that can be gained at that younger age is incomparable to anything that may proceed. Together we went through life's rich tapestries sampling al...
We were throwing the party of the year. Me and three friends had moved into an apartment together, the first time the other three had ever lived away from their parents. I had lived by myself before, so I was used to it, but they wanted to celebrate. I've never refused an opportunity to get ridiculously wasted, so I enthusiastically helped make plans and inv...
Kind readers, unless you've read the story "Thursday Night Bad Movie Club", the following doodle won't make as much sense. ****** Miranda Kane looked like a bird but she moved like water. She was girl-tall at about six foot even, slender and slightly pale, with a long narrow face. The only things on her to break up the lean geometry were her small very r...
In my former life, my name was Jackie Daniels...JD for short. I was, still am, an attractive thirty year old with a knockout, buxom 36-24-35 body. I'm a 5'4", 115 lbs green eyed gal with long auburn hair and perfectly shaped 36DD breasts. My various past professions included high priced cocktail waitress with benefits for private high stakes poker games in V...