The Sleepover: It's late one Friday evening and I'm sitting alone on the couch with my friend Christy, we are just relaxing watching movies; she is keeping me company while my husband is deployed. I have been happily married for 10 years, but the constant deployments have taken their toll on us, leading to much sexual frustration and curiosity. It is gettin...
A little fluffy romantic diddy I wrote in an hour. I really like when butches worship femmes. ;) Constructive criticism is welcome, as I'm fairly new to writing this sort of stuff. Thanks. --- I'm lying on the couch in just a white t-shirt and panties, watching TV and stuffing potato chips in my mouth, when she comes home. I stiffen for a moment, but she...
Due to one of our staff moving, we had a new nurse join our flight team recently. I met her a few times while she was going through her initial orientation, and never really thought twice about her until after she'd completed and begun to fly as an actual crew member. I'll call her Jena, and she was tall (almost 6 feet), and strongly built, but with womanl...
All characters are over eighteen. Any resemblance to real life people, places, or events is purely coincidental. *** Eliza Mason stepped into the restaurant unhurriedly. She could feel the textured rubber pad inside her blue short shorts rubbing against her moist cunt and had to hold back a low moan of arousal. She made her way to her seat, carefully walk...
The cold rain slashed like a razor blade, people were in a hurry to return home from a hard day at work. Allison was no exception. Her tall brown leather boots were nearly soaked through. Every mud puddle that she was forced to walk through made her wince; the boots that she had bought only two months ago were ruined. "Damn weatherwoman! She said it was goin...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
The club was dark and smoky, strewn randomly with small round tables where men reclined in various states of arousal. The writhing bodies on stage moved frantically to the driving beat pouring from the sound system. I smiled at the realization that aside from the dancers, I was the only woman present. The old Abercrombie & Fitch hat I wore kept my hair away...
Ginny knew that buying her new summer outfit had been a mistake. It seemed fine when she tried it out in the shop, hidden by the heavy brown curtain. Perhaps a little skimpy for a woman in her early forties, but didn't she have a new spurt of youth since her separation? In fact, in the shop, twirling around, patting her bum, pushing up the heave of her bosom...
This is a story about a young woman I met in my drawing class last fall. I signed up for the graduate course in life drawing not knowing I'd be falling in lust with the model. That was just too cliché for sophisticated, cynical, detached me. Oh, well. So much for detachment. I saw Pilar for the first time when she modeled for our second or third class of th...
They drove back to Tiffany's house in silence, each of them thinking of what the other might say. When they got to the house they went into the living room, sitting on chairs on the opposite side of the room. Tina said "I think we need to talk. We need to have a good long talk. You know, clear the air." Tiffany agreed, saying "What do you want to know?"...