My name is Maryanne. I'm a 28-year-old single woman living in the guest house on an old wine estate in the hills above the Napa Valley. It's purely a rental (I'm not a guest!), and I've lived there for around four years. It's very quiet, and the drive to work in my old jeep (I work as a social services psychologist) isn't too long. After a long day with pati...
Meeting Lisa again after all this time was like a dream come true. We had been lovers for a short time and she held a special spot in my memories. Although the number of times we made love was few, she remained in my fantasies as the greatest fuck ever and she probably always would stay there. So I was more than pleasantly surprised when she called. After so...
She rushed to her desk as fast as her restrictive pencil skirt and 4 inch heels would allow. Glancing at the clock she winced, realizing that despite her best efforts she was 5 minutes late... again. Maybe he wouldn't notice, maybe he was busy with some email or paper work and just would assume she arrived on time. She checked herself in her compact as her...
So, I'm having another one of those days. The kind of day that fills your head with this buzzing noise akin to a wasps nest in your brain. I've Just left work, a little tired and whole lot frustrated at people in general. I never could understand how so many people could be so utterly clueless. Like Mindless chickens simply pecking the sand as they pass thro...
It started innocently, I'm sure. I was standing at the boring café's counter, waiting for tea and a price, minding my own business. I guess I attract these kinds of people. I stand out, with the lavender dyed hair tied back in a tight bun. Or maybe it was the leather knee highs in the business woman's attire. Or maybe he just saw my ass. If it was the latter...
This is a short story about a man who thought he had a fantasy and a wife who was reluctant to give it to him. There is very little explicit sex in this story and any names similar to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** To say that I was having a bad day - - - - - - well, I won't bore you with the rest of the cliché. However, after e...
Thanks to Steve ciao for once again editing my story. I've also removed all caste references because of requests by some of the readers. For the next two days Kayal was bored. She would occupy herself with household chores, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up in the same place, watching porn and masturbating to thoughts of...
I passed the afternoon almost in a daze. After I left the clinic of Dr. Baxter my mind and emotions were full of my experience of the last few hours – the initially professional demeanour of the doctor, but later so bizarre, the attractive, guileless young nurse, subservient to her boss's instructions, the intimacy of the examination and the enforced excreti...
I could tell Velo was working up to a special request. He was giving me a very enthusiastic licking – something he hadn’t done during the two weeks we’d been sleeping together. Sure, he’d tongued my puss before, but only as a means of getting it nice and wet for his brand of fucking – deep energetic slamming. But now here he was washing up and down my labia...
Chapter Two: "Loss and Remembrance" A world dark and asleep. A world for Geoffrey, spread across the night and empty of people. There are always some people up and about, aren't there, even at the end of the evening? Not now and not here. Geoffrey drives along a parkway, watching the streetlights move by smoothly and quietly, one every few seconds, an endle...