I would like to thank Annieandy & darkangel718310. They were great editors. Any errors are my fault. I went back and had a nerdgasm over certain paragraphs after they were edited. You have my apologies. There is a lot of detail and it takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed. My Am...
After a glorious day of wandering through the calles of San Marco and Academia, and a delicious dinner along a quaint canal we returned to the hotel. As I asked the concierge for the room key, he and I were both distracted as you sat on the steps and removed your new Italian sandals, exposing your sweet thighs and fanning yourself in the humid summer air. Wi...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * I stepped up to bat, my palms sweating. I'd missed so many practices lately. I could feel Coach Brennon's piercing glare as I struck out. The bench was thoroughly warm underneath me by the time practice was over. "Coach Brennon's gonna kill you, slut," the...
Chapter 01: The Curator's New Position Sue quickly questioned her career choice. Archaeology was a lot more Joe Accountant than Indiana Jones. After finishing her degree, she went straight to field assignments figuring that was where to find the action. When some of her finds appeared in archaeology journals credited to the dig leader she knew it would be a...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and those of a close friend. For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The rest of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his physiotherapist. Both experiences have generously benefited from our collective imaginations and...
Chapter 6— Let's Get the Party Started Frank had just hung up the phone after a conversation with Paul Riley at Citicorp. His bank had some preliminary interest in funding the bridge financing for the R&D projects, but they wanted to see the 10-Q before committing to anything. Frank was hearing that message over and over from each bank he contacted. That su...
In the dark forests of faraway places legends are born that invoke fear and trepidation in the local people, but scorn and disbelief in the wider community. On Chiloé, a group of islands off the south of Chile, such a legend exists. The locals speak of a gnome like creature they call 'El Trauco' that preys on their young women. Such legends always fascinate...
My mother was admitted to the hospital in my hometown where she still lived. A call from her doctor meant that I had to fly out immediately. The advantage -- perhaps the only advantage -- of traveling as much as I do is elite status on airlines. After a quick phone call and burning a substantial number of accumulated miles, I managed to make it from Californ...
For those of you who are visually minded, a brief description of our heroine: She is in her mid-20's, about 5ft 6in and a shapely UK size 10-12. She is an hourglass with a 26in waist and 32E chest. She has waist-length black hair, a mediterranean complexion and dark brown eyes. I hope you enjoy my first submission... * * * * The penultimate day of the co...