Once upon a time, in a place far away but not so very much different than it is here, there lived a young woman who was just voyaging out on the journey of her life. She was pretty, but not so pretty that you'd expect to see her on the cover of a magazine. Her hair was sort of blonde and sort of brown, and every once in a while she'd put a red rinse in it...
Part 1 It was late when we arrived at the house. We come straight from work and had driven for over three hours. My girlfriend, Lucy, was looking forward to seeing her best friend, Clare. Soon after Lucy's thirty-fifth birthday we had moved to new jobs over one hundred-fifty miles away. It had been six months since we had moved and my girlfriend missed Clar...
As Miss Lucy plies the safety razor over the next girl – a skinny crack whore named Elsa Engels who has about as much sex appeal as a stick insect – her thoughts are still with Clare Davenport. She hadn't really intended that Clare should cum, judging that Clare was more likely to turn up in the sick bay if she was still suffering months of frustration. But...
The author would like to thank 'Larry in Seattle' for proofreading this story Part One -- The Beginning Two long time friends share a secret dream. They hunger quietly for the same thing - each other. Clare Clare is twenty years old. Five foot four and about one hundred and five pounds. Her blond hair is thick and shoulder length. She prefers to wear it...
Jack: Jack rushed to grab the jumbo box of tissues beside his bed. Well, that was a bit messy, he grinned as he cleaned himself up. He had just cum to the best fantasy of Clare. Clare, he said the name in his head. Those voluptuous breasts, that pink wet pussy, she was all woman. He wanted to feel her, to touch her. His fantasy was one he had often made him...
This is part 4 of a continuing story. It can be read from here but it will make more sense if you start with the first three installments. ... continuing on ... Clare and Stan came to a sudden halt beside us and we stood there in confusion as the barmaid looked at Janine holding my hard cock in her hand. Her eyes raised to our faces, looked over at Sta...
This is a story based on my fetish for sheer nylon and harem/genie costumes, combined with a great deal of wishful thinking. * I was eighteen and it was the late sixties in the London suburbs. I was aching to see a woman dressed in a harem/genie costume with sheer legs and sleeves, but I had no idea how to achieve this and nobody I knew ever held costume p...
Wednesday 1:00 PM HST (Hawaiian Standard Time) After spending several months under Nicole's control I've become used to the queasy feeling in my stomach and the heightened awareness of my senses from the adrenaline and anxiety caused by her little adventures to the point that they were becoming embedded into my sexual arousal. However, as I walked off the j...
This story initially started as a chapter within my series 'Messy Riding Lessons', however I felt it was a story which more people may enjoy as it is a little less extreme than some of what my characters have to endure! Therefore, I have created it as a stand-alone story, I do hope you enjoy it. ***** Sarah slept soundly. She was 19 years old with messy br...
As I walk out of the air conditioned office it's Friday late afternoon and the sun beats down nice and warm on my face. Taking a deep breath of the fresh warm air, my phone beeps and vibrates in my pocket, reaching into my pocket and I pull out my phone. I don't recognise the number as I read it. Flicking my thumb over the screen I open the text. "What are...