This series will progress to lesbian and incest sex. If this bothers you, you might want to leave now. As there is none in this segment, I wish only to convey this fact before you get too invested in the series. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** I stretch as well as I can in these tight confines. I open my eyes to take in my surroundin...
'We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.' -Ovid He was 32. I was in college. There were six or seven of us who stayed back that day; I didn't count the number exactly. The room was shoved away in a remote part of the school where you only went for class, yet he brightened it, made people want to come. His charisma and q...
NOTE: Thank you for all the positive feedback from my first story – I hope this one doesn't suffer in comparison. To answer a common question – yes, my stories are true. My writings are not an offering with hopes that others will live vicariously through my sexual encounters, but rather a sincere 'thank you' to the women who have made my life so wonderful....
Part 6 Jenna's Party Jenna The guests have all accepted their invitations--looks like a full house--and ten have said they would be spending the night. That will not include those who wind up staying over anyway. Silverfang said she and her two attendants would be here for the day; I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees who all will be he...
"Sorry I'm half naked," Deb said as she greeted Teresa with a hug and gentle kiss. "I wasn't expecting you this early". "We would be happy to wait if you want to get completely naked," I told her she greeted me with the same hug and kiss. In truth, Deb was far from "half naked", her shoulders were bare in a light summer top and her shorts exposed her long...
The bold rays of the afternoon sun broke from beneath the fine roman curtains, making Leila turn in the bed sheets. Blinded by the light, she rubbed her tired eyes open. Turning her face left, she spotted one of her favorite sights in the world. The immensely handsome profile of her love. Brian's straight strands of her fell on his closed lids loosely. He br...
Jenifer was working the swing shift so I had the place to myself. One nice thing about Jenifer's apartment is that her bedroom has a big sliding glass door that goes out onto a deck that overlooks a deep narrow canyon filled with a jungle of vegetation. On a clear day, you could probably see the ocean from there if there wasn't an apartment complex on the ot...
* * * * * Ali's point of view: Her new "lifestyle." There are some formative things in my life. Memories or occurrences that I keep with me, that I set my course by. I use my feelings to figure out what to do next. For example -- how bad I felt in High School about letting the boys use me like trash. For a while, I had no friends at all, nobody who talke...
We're sitting at a table in a nondescript hotel room, on a nondescript night, and we're wearing nondescript clothes. Our nondescript client sighs, nondescriptly, and says: "I only pay for one whore," in a very descript way. I bite my lip. I'm somewhat offended, but I roll with it. "I'm not an escort," I say, looking at the bourbon in my glass instead of...
This is entered in the Valentines contest. If you enjoy the story, please vote. And I always appreciate comments. * Larry sat his quiver down by the entryway wall, tucked his wings in tight to his back, and slowly approached Saint Valentine. The tall saint stood in the center of the room peering into a placid pool of water. As Larry got near he bowed low a...