Sarah and I were high school sweethearts, going to the same college and planning for an amazing life together. We considered ourselves soulmates and after college we'd get engaged and eventually married. Sarah is a small and petite blonde with what I like to call "fun size" breasts. They aren't big, they aren't flat but they are just right for me and look pe...
Amy tugged at her skin-tight shirt, stretched taut over her braless breasts. Tiny details bulged out against the black garment, from the faint bumps along her areolae to her tense nipple. Even calm, they were conspicuous. Anyone would notice them. Given her height -- seven feet and six inches, last she measured -- she'd be fortunate if people didn't run into...
As Brenda and Connie recovered from their injuries, they had a hard time coping and adjusting to the new circumstances of their lives. Connie especially was having a miserable time of it. This was the second untimely death of a true love and she was feeling that she was cursed. Although her first love, Travis Williamson was of such a short duration, having d...
(This is the continuation of an ongoing story about two work associates travelling to Amsterdam on business. The primary characters are real, but the story is total fantasy. It's best to start at the beginning. Enjoy, and send me your comments. Don't forget to vote.) * After recovering from our mini orgy in the cubes at the dance club, we returned to the t...
Chapter 15: New Friends Old Friends Pete and I carried Sharon and Sue into the house. Jen followed along behind carrying blankets, clothes and towels from the beach. We put Sue on the couch and covered her up. Jen said she would get her out of her wet bathing suit and Pete stopped to offer his help. I took Sharon to the guest room and had just gotten her on...
Disclaimer: This sardonic new BTB-fantasy version of (RIGHT) UNDER HIS EYES (with better punctuation) is a work of fiction. All sexual players are at least 18 years old no matter their height. Nobody dies. Do not take this seriously. It is not a hot stroker. There is little detailed sex here, nor much reality. You *will* find sick humiliation and a little (h...
**** Folks, I'm between editors, so rather than keep you waiting I'll go ahead and post this anyway at the risk of some mistakes. Hope you don't mind that but I'm trying to progress for you. As always, feedback welcome. BlewWater69 **** Jason drove them back to campus. Casey was more talkative on the ride back to school. Her manner was that of an excited...
"Boy, tonight you're on your own again," Kevin's stepmom reminded him with barely hidden glee. The oversexed, overdeveloped thirty-two year old musclebitch and her equally oversexed, overdeveloped, musclebitch-fucker stepson were on a week-long college tour during Spring Break week, and they were about to finish dinner at a local diner in Madison, Wisconsin....
I woke up to a knock on the door. I slowly got up off the floor and felt sore and used. I opened the door. “Oh my god” Mr. Bernstein said. I completely forgot I was still naked. I reached for a t-shirt that was on the floor. I just smiled in embarrassment for his sake but really did not care. He stutters thru his sentence about wondering if I wanted to rene...
It was a silent car ride home. He looked at her, she looked out the window. She looked at him, his eyes were on the road. Neither of them broke the silence. It stayed that way until he parked in her mom's driveway. The soft-spoken young man told his girlfriend, "Goodnight Ashley. I'll call you tomorrow or something." She turned to him, her eyes searching h...