Here's a really short one. Another one that could have been written on a few pieces of tissue paper. Enjoy. :) ==== She opens her eyes at the soft touch on her lips. The very next thing she notices is the smell of breakfast. The soft touch is his finger tracing along her lower lip. She smiles up at him as she reaches up with her hand to hold onto his. She...
Do you remember the time you were hiking in the mountains? The wind in the trees made a warm comforting sound. Birds chirped and sang off to the left and a couple of large trees creaked together to the right. The fragrance of the forest, slightly damp and musky, filled your senses. You hiked unhurried, along the trail that would lead eventually to the old lo...
The churning and merging is so vigorous that surrounding objects tremble with the movements, and so wet that a continuous sloshing sound is noticeable above the din of heavy breathing, rhythmic throbbing intonations and voices that betray heightened excitement and arousal. With pressure rapidly building and heat rising, the white frothy liquid reaches a poin...
Chapter 01: Memorial Day Picnic Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based,...
Danny was tracking a flock of bushtits moving through the manzanita and oaks when he saw something else moving deeper in the brush. A flicker of light and then something black through the scrim of multiple layers of green leaves and brown branches. Maybe 50 yards downhill off the trail. He moved slowly to his left, trying to keep a bead on the location. He...
Jack had seen no one else on the nature trail all day. It was early afternoon on a Tuesday, a day when he was sure that there could be no other nature watchers out this far into the woods, much less in the park area at the entrance of the preserve. He had scheduled some time off from work to pursue what had once been only a weekend hobby, but which now consu...
Shortly after beginning the first day of the trip, Amy reflected back on the brochure that she and Mark had read during the winter. She was looking forward to what was to come. She watched Mark as his athletic frame navigated the way along the narrow trail. The breeze kept her cool from the warm morning sun. She strolled along behind Mark as her thoughts ran...
He was one of those guys people often overlooked. He was handsome, but not in an obvious way. He had light brown hair with a copper-colored beard, and he was tall but not intimidatingly so. He also had clear, hazel eyes that sparkled when he was looking at her. He almost reminded her of a rough-hewn lumberjack, only he was gentle and kind with a genuine smil...
This is part 5 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Saturday August 8 I woke up...
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