May 2013 The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple. "I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head. "Isn't that what they u...
Nothing compares to the paradise of smooth skin touching smooth skin, especially when the skin is sloshy wet with arousal, sweat, cum, g-spot ejaculate, spit, piss, lube or what have you. That hot, warm, slippery, sliding, dissolves boundaries and makes you both feel like you are fucking with your whole body, and you are. So, to shave or not to shave? One st...
This is Suzi: I'm the Slut Stripper wife Part 3 reworked. * I was stroking my husbands face as he sat on the bed beside me, excited from our voyeur exhibitionist session, having just watch me take his friends two cocks. I was in a post orgasmic state of euphoria, still tingling from the delectable fucking the guys had just admonished. Both guys were washin...
It started on the elevator. I was riding it with our neighbor in our large apartment building. It was the usual thing, us both staring at the numbers going up and not looking at each other. He cleared his throat. "You know, our walls are pretty thin." "I'm sorry?" I said, startled from my elevator induced coma. "Oh, no need to be sorry." He shot me a lec...
She sits across from me, leaning over the open textbook, highlighting certain words and phrases. Her shirt is loose and from this angle I can see her ample breasts. My eyes trace their outline, starting at her neck and slowly working my way to the cup of her bra. Pale smooth skin, stretching the lacy fabric, seeking freedom. I can't see her nipples but my mo...
Id left Hayley sleeping in bed. Light from the dawn creeping through the curtains leaving me a beautiful picture of her silky white skin embedded in my mind. Work couldn't pass quickly enough. Busy as usual I was totally distracted for the day. Remembering my night of passion only when I got changed and saw the small droplets of blood on my shirt where they...
Dear Readers: This is a scene, which is rather different than a story. I enjoy writing scenes. I enjoy describing that awareness of the other, that palpable heat of an attraction. Scenes, for my purposes, are not as developed as a story. While they do explore the details of a sensual encounter between two (or more) lovers, they do not always depict multi-di...
Note- this is a work of fiction, a wishful dream of what could have been. x Jenna Jameson sat wide eyed on a long couch in a white open mesh knitted cricket sweater. Her red lips were parted and she bit on the end of her thumb nervously. She crossed and uncrossed her jean clad legs as she waited impatiently. The nineteen year old blue eyed blonde with...
Dr. Zavodny can't seem to get comfortable in his first-class seat. His husband pats his hand. "What is it, Lucien? Your back or that you're worried about leaving your patients?" It was true. Tom had to put up with this every time they went away together; he was never good company on the first and last days of their trips because he hated to be out of reach...
I have been gone now for just over a week. It has been the toughest week of my life. It has taken a great deal of mental energy to complete my daily tasks. I had no sleep for the first three nights! It was not just my replaying the last few months or even that last evening with Elizabeth and Brad. This whole thing had triggered emotion and memories I thought...