It was a hot, sultry night in Havana. Rosita just arrived for her much needed vacation. Rosita was born in Brazil, but later emigrated to the States with her mother, father and younger sister. She was always considered bellisima, even as a little girl. With puberty came full, succulent, heaving breasts, perfectly aligned cleavage, round butt cheeks to match,...
Sleep came so easily when I first lay my head on the pillow and pulled the cool sheet over my bare legs and torso. There was a moment of blissful reverie before slipping into a deep slumber. It must have been the lightning that roused me from my dreams. Within a moment I was keenly aware that two hours had gone by and the approaching storm was still far off...
You know the sort of evenings, good friends, good food, good conversation; and then suddenly it's 2 am and talks flowing faster than the wine, and everything's clear and fuzzy all at once. Then some inevitable force drags the conversation to sex. Telling tales of first times (back seat of a Ford), favourite positions etc until the conversation turns to fanta...
Scribbler's Notes: In the fashion of Shorn, I bring you Revealed, the second short story in my sex-free fetish series. Once again I steered clear of Non-Erotic, although this time for much more obvious reasons. Enjoy. * I brushed my sweat soaked strands of hair out of my face, fanning myself with a folded daily as the skytrain swayed gently along the track...
When I graduated from Massage Therapy college many years ago, I never imagined all of the wonderful experiences I would have. Many of my sessions with women were strictly therapeutic, but about 10% or so made it obvious they would like a bit more touch than might be considered "normal" in a simple rubdown. I soon learned to offer those services, and in short...
Chapter 1: I Don't Even Know Your Name I'm not thinking about sex when I first walk into the movie theatre. My friends are out of town, on vacation for the long weekend. I had been planning on going to the beach with them, but my boss needed me to come in tomorrow, Saturday. I decided to indulge in a silly film to relieve my stress, but regret that decisi...
The hot sun rained down over my topless body. I was led on a sunbed by the side of a clear blue pool wearing just my swimming shorts. It was Heaven. My week long holiday was drawing to a close but I was going to make the most of these calm surroundings before I went back to England. It was early morning and I was the only one led out by the pool. It was so...
There is a cool breeze coming in the sliding glass doors of the beach house caressing my skin and making my nipples erect. I lay on my black satin sheets, naked except for the white satin g-string with the pussy slit. I have my index finger between my legs through the opening rubbing my clit as my other hand is playing with my breasts and nipples. Mmm, I am...
Dawn Parker was an average suburban stay-at-home wife and mother. She was 36 years old and she lived in an average suburban house with her husband Jason and their teenage son Tyler. Both of them were quite average too. Dawn kept a tidy home and she drove a white Toyota RAV4. She kept busy cooking, cleaning, shopping for groceries and organizing social events...
Here is the next installment. Sorry it took me some time to put it together, but life kept interrupting. Warning: If you expect good dialog, flawless grammar and a non-stereotyped story this is not a story for you. But I think you'll already know this if you have been reading the rest of the story. Chapter 15: Settling in at school The next morning I wok...