This is purely work of fiction. I had been lonely and super horny since I broke up with my last boyfriend. I couldn't blame him since I cheated on him with a girl I met in the subway. She had been horny and just like I had always been, I smiled at her first. She had this gorgeous, curvy body, around 5'11" and I could see her 32D cup breast from the white ta...
Kymona POV It took everything in me not to cry while I was at the house. All the memories of how I was done in the past came flooding to my mind. I know I haven't been the most perfect person through the years, but usually when I commit to do something or be with someone, I stick around to to see it out. I feel so stupid for even falling for a straight chic...
Had a fun idea and just ran with it. This will probably be a one off. Hope you all enjoy. I looked up at the subway map and counted the stops. Ugh, 20 more stops to go... I started doing the math in my head as I twiddled with my black clutch that perfectly matched my black leather high heel boots. So like 5 min between each stop so like an hour to go......
It took fifteen minutes for me to get inside my apartment after the train ride. Those fifteen minutes were agony. The ache in my pussy exceeded that of anything I could remember. I rushed inside, pulling my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my jeans, I collapsed on my couch and quickly fingered my clit to an explosive orgasm. I lay there quivering for a few...
Author's note: I want to thank all of you for your enthusiasm regarding Story house ch.1. I'm sorry for the mistakes earlier. I've revised this submission as much as I can. If mistakes still exist I hope you'll not be too harsh on me. And sorry for the late, you know, I'm a lazy lad. *grin* Keep voting. Comment, negative comments are also welcomed. ******...
This story is dedicated to Heather, the real life Heather. Although some details are true, the outcome isn't. However, that is how we would have liked it to end. I left home after I graduated from college. I didn't like the way my parents treated my youngest sister which was the same way they had treated me; because I had no means to change that situation...
Introduction: This is like the previous two parts. Read them first. If you like them, you'll probably like this. This ratchets up the domination elements though. ***** Stealing a Seat It's interesting I tell you, I never know when or where opportunities will come up to find a girl that needs that gentle, or not so gentle, push I give into a life of sapphi...
Sarah slowly reached below the desk, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. Next came her socks, one by one, which she tucked into her shoes. With both feet bare, she lowered them on to the thick, plush carpet. Slowly, she brushed the bottom's of her feet back and forth. The rich, plush pile felt wonderful. Sarah gazed back at the computer on th...
My name is Clara Bedford and I'm as white bread as they come. My parents were born into money - old money - and lots of it. I grew up in a big white house in Westchester County. When I was a little girl I played with my little white friends. When I got older I went to private schools where almost everyone was white. Then I went to college and it was more of...
The day was one of the most hellacious in a long time. We were doing end of the year closing at the office and I'd been working 12-14 hour days tying up loose ends. I entered the subway station at 1:45 am and waited for the 2 am train. I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled a long breath, very thankful I wasn't working the next day. The train arrived and...