*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Benito's Italian Dining had a head chef that truly knew the dishes, knew the secrets to making the perfect sauce, the marriage of olive oil a...
It’s been awhile since I’ve added to this story, but I haven’t been idle. This is chapter six and I have chapters 7-10 completed. With the exception of some minor changes in wording, they are ready for posting. In the chapter you are about to read Tom meets Angel, the title character, for the first time. For those of you who have not been following the s...
Part 1: I'm a recently divorced thirty-year-old woman. After my husband left me, I took a job working in the front office of a warehouse to try and hang onto my car and apartment. About a week later, a young girl named Angel was also hired to work in the office. Even though she was only eighteen, Angel and I quickly became friends. Angel was fresh out of hi...
Thirty five. Judith was 35 years old. While her best friend had put together a small party of their mutual society friends, Judith just was not in the mood to celebrate. The mood had been building for several weeks now, culminating with this impromptu party. Here she was, dressed in her best Bitch blacks, looking indescribably edible with her red hair l...
"My girl friend is leaving me," said the most melancholy of the four friends. "I noticed that you chose from the club menu," said the oldest. "I thought perhaps it was just because it's Silvia's time of the month." "No she's at home in tears," said the most melancholy. He looked at the girl who knelt beside him without enthusiasm. She had the large breasts...
Christmas Eve... Debbie Radcliffe almost dropped the tray of homemade cookies and milk that she held as she stepped into the dimly lit living room. Only the hundreds of tiny multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree and the faint yellow glow from the street lamps filtering through the windows illuminated the sleeping pair, but the sight was enough to cause...
This is part 8 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Week commencing November 23...
Author's ed. notes: Thank you to my readers. I am humbled by the responses I have already received. I hope you will enjoy this latest installment. It is one of my longest stories but filled with erotic content. To new readers: All my stories are long, this one especially so, with most of the hot sex in later chapters, but I think worth the wait. This s...
This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic "Sophie's Curious Perversions" by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. Chapter 1: Sophie's 18th Birthday Hi. I'm Sophie Anderson. I live in Portland, Oregon and I am a senior at Pacific Academy. It's a private school. One of those where we a...
Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...