(c)Susan England August 2006 and March 2007. This story may not be published at any site without the express permission of the Author at her email address. This is a work of fiction written for the enjoyment of adult readers over the age of 18 years and contains explicit sexual material. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. THE BUNTING...
The First Time I Met Tricia Tricia and I first met at a party thrown by my brother whilst our parents were away. In the aftermath of that we started seeing each other regularly, and, especially after she went away to university and we could only meet up every week or so, really got into writing erotic notes describing our fantasies, which we’d send through...
I suppose my interest in Rusty started with the rumors. I'd seen him around school. He even came over to my house a lot to hang out with my younger brother, Lee. His real name was Steve but I doubt anyone but his mom ever called him that. His hair was rust red and his skin was covered with freckles: hence the nickname Rusty. I was a senior, almost 19. I'd...
I woke up in a strange, dark room and a strange bed, having trouble sleeping without my sister's body to keep me warm. About the only familiar thing was a full feeling in my uterus. After a few minutes, I realized where I was, why I was here, and I noticed the bubbling pressure in my stomach. I quickly got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom, turning on t...
Over the last two weeks Pi had found St. Agatha's library to be anything but wanting. Its shelves were made from rich cherry wood that had been painstakingly put together and polished to shine as if they were crafted from gemstones instead. The demoness took a moment to caress the back of her fingers along the rigid underside of one, marveling in its smoothn...
I hadn't intended to spend the evening sitting beside a beautiful young woman my daughter's age, shouting to be heard over the din in a crowded blues bar in Chicago. I was on the tail end of a two-week, 11-state fundraising tour, and by the time I finally started home I was so exhausted I didn't even know what day it was. Heading east from Iowa toward Indian...
'Dear husband do I have to be a porn star?' I am Sarojini, daughter and only child of my parents. My life story is bewildering. It was quite normal till I was 18 and then it became different. Middle class society in Chennai, India where I lived is very conservative where sexes do not mix. My problem was quite simple; I was bad—I like men. All young girls do...
She stood next to him seemingly staring at the floor. The many working around them took her bowed head as heavy concentration. In reality she was looking at him, staring at the front of him. Admiring the way his shirt showed his defined chest and slim mid section and hips. His thighs were always something to drool over! She saw pure beauty and wanted to touc...
What can happen if you get wet well pissed on a friend's reunion evening, get pregnant? become a porn starlet?. The first was out as it was a girlie reunion, but the second, become a porn scarlet. It started as a night in with the girls I had gone to school with, I was the only one that had gone to uni and was home for the summer holidays after the first ye...
I slept in late. I don't know why, I just did. Every other day I wake at 5AM; I set my alarm, but I don't really need it. My body has adjusted. By 6AM I'm dressed and out the door on my way to work, my 14-ounce thermos cup filled with steaming hot coffee for the long drive, fighting traffic. Since I overslept, and even slept through my alarm, something was u...