A/N: Greetings sexy readers! Kitty here, back with another installment. Forgive me for the wait, I am the queen of procrastination lol and I need a new computer. :( No more excuses for now though so on with the story for you guys!! Feedback welcomed. P.S. Hope you enjoy! ***** Ch.08 ~Tiffany Solis~ I'm not sure how I managed to get into bed next to my t...
OK, so this is number two in my 69 Love Stories series. That is my audacious and insane plan to write a story inspired by each song on the Magnetic Fields' brilliant 69 Love Songs album. These are going to be a little short and a little rough. Longer, more elaborate, stories are in the works. This particular one is an attempt at the old Manic Pixie Dream Gi...
(The following story is a work of fiction and as is the nature of fiction it's not realistic or responsible or any other R-words that keep the real world rolling round and round. I guess that's why they call them sexual fantasies. I hope you can keep it real and also enjoy the story. Inspired by a particularly detailed dream ...) How Cara Learned to Stop Wo...
I fidget nervously, adjusting my outfit for the 10th time. I'm wearing a black sheer skirt, short in front and longer in the back. It's solid to about mid thigh, and then sheers out. As I pace back and forth it floats around me like a black mist. Your flight is exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds late. Twenty one. Twenty two. I shake my head to not thin...
While I am very in love with myself, it's not that uncommon for me to seek worship from other willing parties. I'm frequently online searching out men and, much more rarely, women, who are enthusiastic about showing me the reverence I deserve. The gender doesn't matter to me, because I'm not really doing anything to them anyway. Most of the time when I meet...
She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently. She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read...
I lay in bed, my head pounding, and I stared at the ceiling. A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen and the back of my thighs. I was cold, and a mound of blankets and sheets sat huddled on top of me like a fabric mountain, wrinkled and sweat-stained. Despite how I felt, I couldn't help but flash on the images of the day: Mrs. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Ma...
Chapter 3 Seattle Escapade It was Friday morning, and I was due to be at the Hazelwood's residence as usual to look after Ethan and Cody. I got a call earlier this morning from both Stephen and Alexia asking me to accompany them on a weekend trip to Seattle for Alexia's conference to which I immediately agreed, of course. In the back of my mind, I knew th...
I turned my stereo down and slid onto the newly paved road. Glad to feel the tires catch asphalt. These back roads had seemed to be one stretch of gravel and mushy red dirt ever since I left the highway some ten minutes ago. "Crap!" I spat in frustration as my navigation program gave me yet another bad turn prompt. I pulled over and waited for the status ba...
The four college gals sauntered up the hill toward the parking area. Amy was the Japanese shortie in a cute mini dress with Converse sneakers. Bianca was the obese tagalong with a giant dress to cover her figure as much as possible. Celicia was the Latina in a peasant dress with floral prints and ballet type slippers. Daniela was the white average girl next...