Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. If you do just want to read some sex scenes (or like to "prepare" for them ;), they're bookended with ~~~. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. I run back upstairs and put on some clothes. I'm now wearing my matching "I don't want to be no furry-footed bur...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as BDSM, consensual humiliation and lesbian themes. If...
On Saturday morning Bill awoke to find that Nan had already left the bed. He waited for a few minutes in the hope that she'd return and be open to sex but sounds from their kitchen indicated that was not going to happen. She was not coming back to bed. Bill got himself up and washed, put some casual clothes and joined Nan in the kitchen for coffee. After a...
Sarah slept in Saturday morning. She had a long and tough week at school. She aced both of her tests and won her volleyball game. Sarah wasn't one to sleep in, but she wanted to reward herself by staying in bed all morning. Was Sarah going to be able to relax and finally get the rest she needed? Short answer: No. When Sarah checked her phone, she realiz...
------------------------------- Foster City, California -- 2029 ------------------------------- I really should drink less of this stuff, Anna thought as she poured herself another iced coffee. She had already had seven or eight glasses today, a couple more than usual. Pouting a little, she returned the pot to the mini-fridge under her desk. It was her r...
I will not name the government agency where much of this story takes place. I left the agency several years ago, but I still have friends there, hence the caution. Names of the people involved have also been changed, of course, but other than that, this is what really happened. I know that it can be foolish to trust memory to accurately relate events from e...
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...
He had broken up with her, again. I wanted to tell her to move on, to forget him, but she was still insisting that she loved him. So I told her as much of the truth as she would listen to, that she deserved to be treated so much better than this, she deserved to be worshipped. I hated to see her look so sad, and only wished I could somehow bring a smile back...
Jessica had watched her sister-in-law abuse her brother for years - verbally, emotionally, and even at times sexually. In a way, despite being John's sister, Jessica couldn't blame Ellery. John was weak-willed, and unwilling to defend himself. Not only that, but Ellery was an absolute powerhouse of sexual might - her breasts were huge, her body well-proporti...
I was 19, working in a small hole in the wall bar and grill as a waitress. I had been living completely on my own for 3 months. It was around Christmas time. It had been quiet all day, with out one customer. The bell over the back door dinged, and I greeted my 2 customers. The gentleman was older, looking like he was having a good night. The girl, a little o...