The following story is fictional and involves descriptions of sex and might offend some people. This is the fifth in a series of reader request stories, this one was inspired by a friend named Faerin, thank you for the idea :) If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me with story ideas and maybe I can write something from them. They need not include any of m...
Lustful visits to the gym fulfill Clare's desires Based on the desires of a close friend and family member, Clare asked me to write her a story around her time at the gym and in particular one pretty young woman who she admires very much.. This is her story, enjoy.. The car park was full as usual, as Clare looked for a space to park her new Audi convertib...
It had all started well just over twenty hours ago when Julie had woken to find herself unexpectedly sharing a soft kiss with a shadowy figure stooping over her side of the bed. By the time she had sat up and was trying to open her eyes properly, Simon was already out the front door and hopping into his car for work. Turning the light on, the anniversary c...
"I know why Mrs. Garza keeps calling you Mandy," my friend Emma informed me as we walked together across the quad to the cafeteria following Spanish class. "Why?" I asked. Mrs. Garza is our Spanish professor, and she's constantly referred to me as 'Mandy,' despite that NOT being my name. It's not even close! It's been a source of amusement to both Emma & my...
This is a continuation of edgefull's Best friend series; which I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope this story is as entertaining as the originals. Back to the Airport As the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the Onaspa, the driver (a petite woman with long black hair, blue eyes and dark red lips) told us to get comfortable. Ali and I got comfortable in the back se...
It was your typical Saturday afternoon at the comfortable loft where Donna Travers called home, with the successful young businesswoman enjoying her weekend by donning the khaki capri-pants and white artists's smock that she liked wearing while sketching her favorite young female model. That beautiful model, her blonde hair today in a stylish ponytail, was...
Verity swung her board hard left to avoid the jagged rocks. She was so used to surfing this stretch of beach, that she now did it almost without conscious thought. Even so, she wiped out as the wave, the board, and her balance all disagreed at once on how much was too much. When her head broke the surface of the water, she kicked out powerfully with her long...
Thank you for the flattering comments, they have encouraged me to continue publishing my story. I know where this ends but I don't know how long it will take me to get there. Thanks for your patience. EC ***** I spent the night in a restless semi slumber, dreaming but almost conscious, waking intermittently. Nevertheless I felt pretty refreshed in the mor...
Kelsey and Adrienne toasted each other with their copper camp cups as they downed their fourth whisky shot of the hour. They were drunk and they giggled uncontrollably as they recapped stories from their incredible vacation. This was the last night of their week-long backpacking trip across the Australian outback and they were celebrating with the handle o...
Note: Welcome to the fourth of five chapters! As usual, I'm so appreciative of the response I received for the last chapter – lots of good feedback and constructive criticism. Thank you so much, and please keep it coming! I'm still "learning the ropes" so to speak, so knowing what you like and don't like is important to me. Again, this is a story about fict...