Note: This is my very first story written and submitted. There will be at least another four chapters, possibly more. Your comments, suggestions and critiques will be helpful, so all feedback is gratefully accepted. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - Awakening Aaaaaahhhhwwwww, oh it feels so good!! It's been so long since I've had an orgasm like that, thought...
We decided to run away for a few days. We arrive home from work, rush into the house and pack an overnight bag, and of course our bag of tricks. Once in the truck and on our way we ruthlessly tease each other, not caring who sees. Tony tugs my pants out of the way with his right hand as he is driving down the highway. He is pleasantly surprised that he touc...
'Do you think you can stand there and behave, or do I have to bind your hands?' I ask, trailing my crimson nails across your chest. 'Can you watch without moving?' I question, my hand slipping lower, tantalisingly close to your hard cock which twitches in anticipation of a touch that never comes. 'Can you resist touching yourself?' 'I can resist' you say s...
Lane was wet. Her alarm had gone off and she woke with her leg thrown over a pillow, her phone nestled between her sopping pussy and the pillow she had been fucking in her sleep. The vibration, although not quite against her pussy how she needed it to be, only encouraged the blood pulsing pleasurably. Groggily, she reached into her bedside table and palmed...
Note- Usual disclaimer, This is purely a fictional story and does not relate any real events or persons. xxx Kaley had enjoyed a visit to England and was now ready to return to L.A. in order to commence recording the latest batch of episodes of her hit television show. Like many others she had been fascinated by the upcoming Royal wedding of Prince Harry...
Jillian had a man. He was a perfectly good man: older by 10 years, kind, hardworking and good to the kids. Their life together was good; they'd been together 12 years and she loved him as much as always. In bed, she did her duties and he did his, once a week, usually Thursday nights after WWE Smackdown, when Jerry would have a few beers and come to bed in th...
You get home from the grocery store and I look up from my book, a bit surprised. "Hey, Sarah. Just getting back? I thought you were only picking up some beers and cokes for our party tomorrow?" "Yeah, that's all," you say "the, uh, the lines were long." "Oh, ok ... that makes sense" I say, pretending to believe you. What you don't know is that, when takin...
Alina stepped to the counter and smiled nervously at the barista. The coffee shop felt uncomfortably warm and overly crowded, although in reality there were only 7-8 people scattered throughout the tables and overstuffed armchairs. She wondered if he was already here. "A tall Americano with cinnamon dolce, room for cream please," she said. "And um," she cle...
I quickly learned her schedule. She seemed to work until the late evening, so I guessed she was a waitress or a hostess at a restaurant. I would sit, ready each evening for her return home, which seemed to always be just before 11 p.m. She was late tonight, but I was patient. So far, my loyalty to this new neighbour had proven fruitful. She showered nearly e...
I'm Violet, and this is one of my stories. I'm a busy person. Between work and kids, I have little time for myself. I have carefully cut out pieces of the week that are just for me. One of those times is Friday afternoon. I get off work at noon, and then the rest of the day is just for me. The kids go to their dad's house (divorce can be a blessing). My lov...