After that Sunday, things calmed down a little. We had to study for classes quite a bit which kept us from playing very much, although Melanie did make me strip several times, sometimes during the day, which really made me feel slutty but it was also very nice. She'd play with a nipple or my pussy, but just to arouse me, not to have me orgasm. It was another...
****************** This story had stalled out on me. I knew that I needed to wrap it up, but after the last chapter, I didn't know where to go with it, so I wrote some other stories instead. Like Catherine, I needed a little time away from Kelly. But, when she came back to me, her character told me exactly what to write. This story is shorter and with a lit...
(on a side note, this is the first erotic writing I've submitted. Please let me know what you think.) * Kara tossed her cards into the center of the table. "Fold. Can we get on with it?" she asked impatiently. The fellow sitting to her right, Collen something-or-other, tossed his hand in as well, nodding. Directly across the table from Kara, Laurent...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
Even the creases in Joanne's jeans were sensual. Other women would just glance, in that quick all-enveloping approving/disapproving way that women have, but I sat staring. Joanne had a slow, confident walk and the creases and crevices of her jeans moved in a slow, confident "I don't give a fuck" way. The denim fitted her arse like it was painted on and h...
I jumped off the Stagecoach bus outside Hastings College in Archery Road and walked into the campus, feeling thrilled and scared at the same time. I was about to set out on an adventure of self-discovery, but little did I realise at the time just how exciting that adventure was going to be. I had enrolled in a twice-weekly computer course and on finally tra...
Not a lot of sex in this introductory piece, just touchy feelie, but the girls insisted that I write it as it happened. Get to know Wendy and Maggie, why don't you? By the way, they are both in their twenties so nothing illegal there either. * Part One She just wanted to get away from the negativity and noise of the city but what she discovered changes h...
Fat. Fatty. Fat. Fat. Fatso. Fat. Fatima. Why had her parents christened her that? Surely they knew that in an English Language culture it was a name that could always be used to mock her. Especially as they knew from their own corpulent frames that their daughter was unlikely to be svelte, slim or slender. And as second-generation immigrants themselves, not...
Griffin lay naked on the floor in a small room in Basement Two in his father's warehouse; the only thing covering his body was Cream, rubbed all over him. The lights were dim, though Griff saw bright, flashing colourful lights and walls that seemed to be moving in waves. "Don't worry, Griff," Manny said as he pointed his smartphone, set to camera, at his br...
In Chapter 5 I jumped 18 years from the end of Chapter 4 to concentrate on Sarah's daughter Michelle. I am conscious there is a gap in the lives of Julie & Sarah and this chapter fills in some of the missing time. I have started from the end of chapter 5 and have used 'flashback.' ***** Michelle woke in the guest bedroom and for a brief moment was disori...