Hello there, it's me again, Sammy Jo, here to tell you about yet another big night. And believe you me, this one is hot and embarrassing to own up to. I honestly do not know how I did what I did. If my mum ever finds out I will be toast! Here goes then. Last time we spoke I'd just had my second night with Heather, over seven years after my first. That was a...
This is the final part of Delicate Touches and I've struggled with this part more than any other part because I still feel I should have tacked this part onto Part Seven as it's just an epilogue and the part where I tie up loose ends. The eventual novel that comes out of this would be longer but this is just the first draft, more or less. Thank you to the pe...
Another day, another story pops into my head at the most inopportune moment possible. I swear my muse is conspiring against me. The last time I need a story idea is when I am in a meeting debating which feature to prioritise for our next sprint. Nevertheless, here it is. I hope you like it. Please do consider dropping a vote and a comment on your way out. T...
I stood in my doorway admiring Jenna's tight ass as she walked away. My pussy was dripping, my face was smeared with her juices, and as I closed the door I wondered when I'd be able to get my hands on my 18-year-old lover's cute derriere again. I glanced at the clock and I still had about 30 minutes before Sara was dropped off. I closed the door, quickly str...
Spanked to Submission: A Love Story Summary: White boss tries to break free from young black seductress. Thanks 1: To the real Annie-girl who inspired this story. Thanks 2: To all my friends who read this story and gave suggestions (Julia, Julie, Danielle, and Anne.) Thanks 3: To my brilliant editors who catch my mistakes (Steve B for his suggestions and...
Garden of Earthly Delights Leading Jenna up from her failed position on Janice's floor, the older woman helped her to her feet and in being told to follow, yet stay behind, the younger woman was finding a strange comfort in being naked like this - in this woman's home, while she, her dominant, she remained fully clothed. It was yet another one of those odd...
In some Asian cultures, August 8 was considered a lucky day, the squaring of the lucky number 8. But for Cassie and her father, it was a black spot on the calendar, a number your eyes skipped over until you had to confront the horrifying reality of it. It was on an August 8 a decade ago that her mother -- her real mother, not Charlotte the pretender -- had k...
I would like to thank Kimberley for her apt editing and making it presentable. Enjoy and if you like, please vote and let me know. ***** ANITA "Wow, you've more admirers today!" Auntie Uma chuckled. Completing the usual three rounds of running along the grass track of a local park, huffing and puffing, I stopped in front of the bench where she was seat...
Over the course of the following days Jen and Annie found themselves more distracted than they had ever been before. Thoughts filled the young mothers' minds, thoughts of each other, of what they had done and how much they had enjoyed it and desired to try it again. Nevertheless, life must go on and tended to get in the way of their passion. Indeed, it was m...
My name is Penny and I live a normal suburban life with my husband Mark in a quiet leafy street on the northern outskirts of Sydney. I am a curvy lady in her early 40s with big breasts, dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. "The girls" as I affectionately call them are 20DD. About a month ago some new neighbours moved in two houses from us. Very few people co...