The remainder of the evening passed rather uneventfully, as far as Ashleigh was concerned. They ate dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then Ashleigh took her shower and changed into an outfit similar to Sharon's. Returning to the living room, Sharon welcomed her with a wolf whistle. Ashleigh settled herself into the chair opposite Sharon and they began to talk....
(The author thanks Nanarie for editing: any mistakes are mine and not hers.) Grounded, it’s five am and the plane should have left at one. I sit on the hard plastic chairs, bored in the fog-bound airport, every crackle of the tannoy a quick shot of adrenaline, knocking back sleep and bringing false hope. “Could the janitor please come to…” and I stop list...
He felt the bass pounding from the club's speakers all the way in the bathroom where he stood washing his hands at the dirty sink. Looking himself over in the mirror he fixed his tousled hair. It was matted to the back of his neck from dancing and sweating on the packed dance floor. This was their first time here. She'd wanted to go someplace out of town,...
This is my second submission. Although I have filed it under the category exhibitionism and voyeurism, it could fulfill a couple of other categories, like loving wives or group sex. Please read with an open mind. ___________ I look over your shoulder as you email him again. I feel your wicked smile as you know I'm watching eagerly. You've been writing to h...
My name's Magsie and, with the help of my boyfriend I'm going to tell you about one of my best adventures ever. Even though it happened a while ago, remembering it still inflames my very core. I'd settled down by myself in front of the telly one night when I was on my own and had idly started to watch a documentary about the Berlin Love Parade, because ever...
NOTE- Next in my fictional adventures of AVN Inductee Tami Monroe in her middle years. Special hello to all Tami fans out there. ***** "I have a ten a.m. appointment for the massage, name of Johnny." The tall man had a black tee with the words Thin Lizzy in gold across the chest. His brown hair was swept back above his forehead and his piercing dark eyes...
Thomasina: a Story of Transformation, Chapter 3 by frillypanty 3. Saturday girls As indicated in the earlier chapters, this is a fictionalised autobiographical story. As a teen-ager, my older sister and a female cousin (not a second older sister) discovered my addiction to cross dressing and compelled ... encouraged ... assisted me (I didn't need much comp...
Beth stared at Harley in the sterile gleaming white cabinet across the isle. It was identical to the one she would soon enter, standing beside her. Harley was already sealed inside his and the helmet was strapped on his head. With the face screen pulled down the only thing human that could be seen was his hands. Then the attendants pulled the gloves onto his...
FOREWORD: This is not something I do often, so forgive my brutish and heavy-handed style. Someone told me I should write - and so I did. If this story gains enough traction, then I might be persuaded to write a sequel. Anyway, enjoy: * The hooded man dashed through the snow. His heavy boots leave heavy footprints in the forest as he hurries forward. The...
At first glance they were not the couple you'd expect to be boarding a bus heading off to this particular tropical resort. While certainly not Hedonism, the place had a reputation as a top spot for those enjoying a sensual, playful atmosphere. It's not like the duo wasn't attractive. He was 6' tall, good looking, appeared fit, with short cropped, dark curly...