It was mid April. The sun was getting warmer, the trees were blossoming. I had booked a Bed and Breakfast room at the Dutch Knight on Herengracht in Amsterdam. A very large room with a view on the canal, and a separate huge Italian bathroom separated from the bedroom by a window in a beautiful, traditional house. I knew he would appreciate that this way sinc...
Copyright PennameWombat October 2018 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. ***** "Hey, there, you, bear," Matt yelled at the grey mars...
It started subtly, as a slight tingling between her legs. Mia's thighs had rubbed together only briefly, but somehow the touch had felt electric. The feeling spread through the girl's body like water seeping through fabric, until it was like having pins and needles encasing her entire being. Mia turned off the locker room shower, gasping at the startling se...
The Wilson's residence was a little ahead; a large, lime-green, cape Cod house. Jimmy's dad, Stan was mowing the lawn as was his usual at this time. "Hey, Jimmy give your old man a hand here will ya and grab those spray nozzles from the shed." After going round the house to pick up the sprinklers for dad, Jimmy found his sister Jennifer applying lipstick...
That Pesky Pencil Skirt I consider myself bi sexual. Most people who call themselves bi actually prefers sex with one sex over the other. For me, it's all about the attraction. Male or female, it doesn't matter. On a recent Saturday morning, I was jogging through my neighborhood. I noticed one of my neighbors, about 5 doors down, standing at the back of he...
Linda decided to push things further and stood up to check out the tattoo gun that Evan was changing the ink on. In doing so, she rubbed her hard left nipple across his cheek and bumped it into his eye. Evan pulled back suddenly and cried out. "Oh! I'm sorry!" he apologized, despite that fact that Linda had actually sexually assaulted HIM, not the other way...
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My name is Tim. In my previous story, I mentioned that I am a singer in a cover band. When it comes to sex, you're all living in a musician's life and if you're a woman, you're lucky to be living in it. If your a husband, then it's likely not the case. After my own two failed marriages, a wedding ring means nothing to me. I never will get married again nor...
This s a loose continuation of my first story: Out in the Rain *** It had been a busy month for 2 busy roommates. Neither of us were home much- both with busy jobs and outside projects, including some family requirements. So that crazy night in the rain had seemed almost a dream- a dream well worth remembering, but sometimes seemed like a figment of my hor...
Chapter 2: Research Maybe I dozed off for a few minutes, Maybe I just lost myself in a reverie. My next recollection, Irina was standing beside me. She was dressed in her white robe. She leaned forward above me, and it gaped a little at the chest – her breasts were swinging free beneath the satin. Her nipples were small, dark and hard. I tried to raise a ha...