It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in early December. Ian and Sienna hiked their way across campus to the parking lot that Brandon picked her up from every other day after creative writing. It had become a habit of Ian's to carry Sienna's backpack for her. At first she had objected, but on those rare occasions when her back really was killing her, she apprec...
Late January, 2020. During Kiernan's last appearance at the Lodge, at the Christmas party, she had indicated she wanted to come by herself next time. Her reasoning for this was that she wanted to do a lot of things, by herself, and implied that privacy was a necessity to do them. This was intriguing for a couple reasons, namely that Kiernan always came up h...
Chapter 3: Jazz, Fingers & Confessions, and on a school night, too! Lara and I woke the next morning with two slices of pizza left in the box on the bed. My hand was on the margherita slice. We had gone to sleep over pizza and old movies. I lifted my hand, and there was sauce and a basil leaf on my fingers. "What the hell, I can't let sauce this good...
Author’s notes: 1. The characters portrayed in Society Girl 2 and all my stories are fictional and any resemblance to any real person is completely accidental and is not intended or implied. 2. If the reader has not read Society Girl part one I suggest they do before reading this story. ***** I had instructed Deanne to knock and enter straight away so as s...
I woke once in the night to rhythmic movement from the other side of the bed. Divi was obviously masturbating and when she rolled into her orgasm, she softly groaned and whimpered as sharp, pulsing throbs vibrated through the mattress. I didn't reveal that I was awake and in moments I wasn't. When I woke again, I was lying on my left side facing the wall....
I'd rented the hotel suite for the weekend and was busy setting up the lighting in the bedroom and around the living room couch. It was on the 22nd floor, up high enough to allow in plenty of sunlight. That's the way I like it for these shoots, very naturalistic. The better to get the flesh tones right. My pet single malt was resting in a short glass on th...
Playing Missy This was my first erotic story, written many years ago, and some of the details date it. It was written for a young submissive I was seeing at the time who did play the French horn. I believe in taking some time to get to know characters, because that's how you come to care about them. If there's not enough sex for you, fair enough, you're fre...
If you're new to the story, please start at chapter 1. For an easier reading experience, I've combined two chapters into one, so this one's a little longer. Remember to rate and comment, I love hearing your feedback! *** I had more exciting experiences again over the next two weeks. On some days, I would engage in more roleplay with Mr. Goldman, lettin...
Those of you familiar with my other works will know this is a long one, and that I write characters, not porn-scripts, though this makes a change from my usual category. I hope, as always, you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. - W ***** I was wryly amused that seven years of my life could be packed into three cardboard boxes and a smal...
Chapter 3 is finally here. Thanks so much for the amazingly sweet comments! I think this chapter will please... All my gratitude to FA_JF for her ongoing support and patience! * After leaving the gym, I confirm with my parents that they're picking Addie up after school for the weekend. I don't tell them about the date just yet. They moved to Oregon from t...