Mrs. Diane O'Neil was special. She was one of those rare creatures who is beautiful, inside and out. In her forties, she was lovely to behold. She had a slim waist that accentuated generous curves. Her hair was a pale blonde, kept in a short, modern bob, and she always dressed stylishly. She was lovely in manner as well. Mrs. O'Neil was polite, and pleasan...
A quick note: Thank you to ArdisX for taking the time to edit this story. "How many tickets will you be purchasing today?" the voice asked through my telephone. I took a moment to think carefully. I'm sure to many it didn't seem like a difficult question. But then, maybe those people never had to bury their best friend, and a loved one, as I had to. My br...
2... Looking deep into my eyes she reached up and cradled my scarred face in the soft palm of her hand. Instinct took over and I turned my face slightly and kissed the flesh between her thumb and first finger. Her voice was no more than a whisper. "It's a kind face." I raised my eyes and looked deep into Mom's bottomless green eyes. "It's a nice face."...
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, I hope you enjoy it. ***** So here’s my story. The ad in the paper had seemed innocent enough… WANTED: Part-time lab assistant for product testing centre. Must be trustworthy and good at following directions. Call for details. It was followed by a local phone number. Since I was “between jobs,” and h...
Saturday Saturday morning we woke up at the hotel in Orlando. Diane dressed in a pair of white short that just covered her ass and a button up denim shirt that she tied under her boobs. She wore her hair in a ponytail with a colorful band holding it. She was showing off her smooth, flat stomach and long, suntanned legs. She worn white sandals with bright re...
The sun was beginning to set and cast bright brilliantly colored streaks of light through the front windows of Frills and Thrills. Carrie was behind the circular cash wrap desk which was situated fifteen feet back from the front door, giving everyone who worked there an instant view of whoever walked in. She idly stared out the windows at the infrequent peop...
Standing at the mirror, Sandy brushed back the stray hair from her face. Then she stepped closer and frowned at the reflection looking back at her. When did the wrinkles appear? Had they always been so deep? Her friends told her she could pass for 40, but she knew they were just being nice. The mirror didn't lie, and it was telling her she looked every one o...
It is hard to say where sexual likes and dislikes start entering a person’s life. When a young man starts noticing the curves and softness of a feminine woman, or when a young woman starts noticing the widening shoulders and developing muscles of a young man. I remember where one of my sexual likes developed though, as plain as if I were in that situation ag...
Part 1 "I've caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?" Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates. Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities. "One-hundred and twenty-eight," Becky said with a shit eating grin, "I caught Charizard this morni...
Cynthia Kolby was a very beautiful 28-year-old white woman. Born into wealth, she had never known what it was like to have to work for a living. Her family's wealth had always protected her from the rigors of daily living. But after graduating from college, with her Master's Degree in her slim white fingers, she found out that life was not all peaches and cr...