She stirred as a multitude of warm, pulsating water jets swirled across her nude torso. Where was she, in the hot tub? The Jacuzzi? One of the stronger currents bubbled playfully against her labial lips, separating them with its force, caressing her clitoris. The stream moved inches away and Denise moved her hips, aiming for more direct contact. She floated...
All She'd Ever Do is Dance, Dance, Dance! Ch. 2 All characters in the following story are eighteen and above. They have to be to work in the club and I checked the ID’s I did, I really did! It is not meant to depict what happens in a typical topless dance club. The promiscuity of the dancers is exaggerated for the entertainment of the reader only! Really h...
Anytown University's move-in was for the most part no different from the vast majority of move-ins for colleges and universities everywhere. There were parents exchanging tearful hugs while secretly planning sexual escapades in newly empty homes. There were students on the other side of those hugs feeling some strange mixture of embarrassment and wistfulness...
Author's note: This story is total fiction and any resemblance to real people, imagined or virtual is a coincidence. The story is told through Jessica's perspective. cast of characters: Lauri 27, 5ft 7brunette, with an hourglass figure, 36DD breasts with dark wide nipples. She's the youngest of 4 children, the product of second-generation Italian and Jew...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. September 17 "Hi, Mrs. Walker. My mom said that you wanted to interview me," dark-haired, leggy eighteen year old Samantha Barker said, as she...
Tuesday morning, Kelly instituted a change in our routine. Before our shower, she replaced the leather collar with the combination lock gold chain given me when I flew back for my home office meeting. "You will essentially be wearing this chain 24/7 from now on, little one. It really is a piece of jewelry and will ride below the leather collar when you are w...
The story Tender Afternoon by my standards sucked. Fortunately, America is a country built on second chances. So, here's Tender Afternoon Ch 02. All characters are aged 18 and older. Thank you for reading. ****** "Suck it, Evie. Suck it big. Oh. My. God." Pamela goes silent, except for the rustling sound her writhing petite body makes on the bedsheets....
The ease with which Jacqueline Manceaux breezed through life provided a perpetual source of annoyance for Denise. She shone like the sun, even in her darkest hours, and to be fair, she had more than her fair share of them. Denise strove not to take any sort of snide comfort in the misfortune that often befell Jacquí, as she was affectionately called by the h...
Author's Note: This is my third story. After having done a true story for my first, and pure fiction for my second, I decided to share a story from my own life – this story is completely true, believe it or not, and one of my fondest memories. The names, other than mine, have been changed to protect everyone's privacy. As before, this work is given freely t...
(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.) The messenger service was different than the usual one we use. The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to si...