The conclusion to Changing Rooms -- I originally wanted to just skip the story and get straight to the sex, but sometimes a story tends to write itself. If you're new to it, then I'd recommend starting at the beginning and enjoying the build-up. I certainly have. Thanks for reading! ... All love has its soaring heights and downward dives. What the heart wa...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed, but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly g...
No matter how hard she tried, Julie Warden had been unable to overcome her crush on Natalie. From the first time she and Natalie had made love, kissed and licked each other to endless orgasms, every time Julie saw the sexy brunette, her heart thumped a bit faster. It didn't matter – Natalie's heart and body belonged to her sister Noreen. Natalie had her firs...
Kris snuggled up against Matt trying to catch her breath and her thoughts. As her body continued to have small post orgasmic tremors, she realized that this wasn't how she planned it. She thought it would be romantic. Slowly they would work themselves towards the moment. Tender kisses, light caresses, slowly removing each article of clothing. She even purcha...
Bill O'Reilly was always a bully. In school he'd pick on most everyone. With his height and large frame, he could kick pretty much anyone's ass. But he never fought much with the other jocks. Usually he'd pick on the smaller kids, since they were easier and more fun to push around. He especially enjoyed beating up on this retarded kid in a wheelchair....
I never considered that day to be anything other than a typical Sunday morning, with the usual crowd or lack thereof, given that it was after all when half the population were asleep and the other half were probably dozing off in church while pretending to listen to some moron rail against the very sins that they committed the night before. Yeah, I'm a cynic...
It took 4 years, but I finally did it. Back when I was 18, my friends and I loved hanging out the college basketball games. Theodore was always my favorite player. He was Black . . . I was 18, so I don't remember his exact height, but I think he was over 6ft. When I think back to then, I don't remember any of the games, but I remember Theodore, watching hi...
Or rather...how to not care about everyone else's ideal story and create your own fantasy on paper, on computer, online. I know. You're cringing right now, thinking "gah, another 'writer' who thinks she can teach ME how to be, well, a writer!" The nerve! I'm grinning now, thinking of reactions like that. This isn't a story or how-to about how to write the...
I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams fr...
After a nice long nap and a shower, my little sex slave, we get dressed for the evening's festivities. I am dressed in a plain black suit and tie while you are dressed like the dirty schoolgirl you are. Short green plaid skirt, white buttondown, white ankle high socks, black patent leather shoes, pigtails, white satin panties (covering your still pink, spank...