***************************** Copyright jeanne_d_artois June 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *****************************...
Vibrations purred between my thighs and my hips arched. That sweet musky scent of arousal swirled beneath my nose and invaded my thoughts. Every instinct blurred expect the need to rock; to push and pull; to fuck myself until I burst. A delicate coil twisted down low in my belly, winding outward and splintering until every nerve ending sparked. I was so clo...
Vicki made her way through the busy lobby drawing much deserved attention in her short, white, tennis skirt and blue-on-blue paisley halter top. It wasn't her gorgeous, shapely legs or the deep cut halter exposing a long run of cleavage, or even the two Valentine Day theme grocery bags that filled her arms that were responsible for all the silent attention....
"Mom, where are my shoes?" "Mom, I can't find my coat." "Mooooom!!! Cwooee hit me!" "Chloe Diane! Be nice to your sister!" "But she took my dolly." "So you come tell me, you do not hit your sister." Her brown eyes narrowed as she looked from one girl to the other. "Tell her you're sorry." The girls turned to face each other, identical in almost every w...
Vanville is a small college town; small college, small town. The Van part is for vanilla. At least, that is how I viewed it during my four years there. Being a 22 year old freshman with limited funds I needed a job and a place to stay. My guidance counselor was not much help with either so I took a room near the school and continued to look for employment....
Valentines Day was never a day that Stella took any notice of. Her lover was not romantic and never gave her anything for Valentines Day, nor wanted anything in return. He did not have a romantic bone in his body. Sex with Dave was nice, comfortable and predictable. In fact, normally she would not have thought about it, except that tomorrow was Valentines Da...
Andrea was recommended as "just your type", "great company" and my personal favourite "perfect for you". So as you can imagine, I was already not in favour of a blind date. Don't get me wrong I have no problems with dating just my friend's tastes in women for me. I only went in the end to save having to put up with the nagging and questioning any longer. I...
Thanks to the Costermonger, Hale1 and Findegil for their editing assistance. The living room walls were the first to see. Perhaps the entry had some inkling but the drama would take place in other venues. The two people were seated drinking wine, a woman and a man. The woman belonged here; the man did not. There was a man who belonged here. This was not he...
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any historical figures used in this work of fiction are not meant to be historically accurate. This book is intended for mature reade...
Who's story do we follow? [Note: All Age-Play involved is non-sexual in nature. Any sexual content must be done with consenting parties of 18 years or older.]What's next? Kirsty Daniel Elliot What's next? Kirsty Daniel Elliot...