As Justine's filmy overshirt dropped to the floor, she plucked the hem of the tank top up and pulled that off, too. Her large breasts stood out from her chest, tipped with light pink nipples. Freddy wondered if giving him a blow job had made them that hard. He was struggling to free his feet from his sweat pants as she unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them, t...
Many thanks to The_Fractal_King for editing this to be a better story. * Raven was nervous. Ken was back from his business trip and going to be spending the weekend with her. It still wasn't how she imagined it would be when she got married - keeping two separate households - but it was the best offer she had and she wasn't getting any younger. She decid...
"Jamie! Pages seven through nine came without numbers!" Melissa cried. Her blazer shifted as she gestured, and I was sort of trying to figure out if she had anything on underneath it. "On all three copies?" I asked. "Yes!" "Oh hell," I said, rubbing my face. As head of the admin team, it was my job to come up with a solution. Janice, my boss, stood in...
Freddie sighed as she listened to her friend on the phone. The conversation was a repeat of one they'd had hundreds of times. She almost knew it by heart. "When are you gonna come out with us, girl? You stay in with your books all the time. You need to get out! What are your plans today? Please tell me you're leaving your house." "I like my books, Michelle...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
Sandy had come to be our house guest as she worked out financial problems caused by her ex-husband. Lana, my wife, had been insistent on her staying with us and I realized now that she and Sandy had become much more than friends, they were enjoying each other sexually. My wife was in great shape and looked younger than her years. Sandy's work as an aerobics...
Standing beside the bed, Lisa slowly removed her dress and then with a wry smile she neatly folded it and laid it on the bedside chair. Sitting on the bed and watching intently, Rob, whispered. "Come here and let me kiss you, I have been almost beside myself with worry that I may have made you do something you didn't want to. I want to hear everything he di...
**Hey guys, Adam Longstaff here, back with another quick rough draft. This one's another true story that I wrote moments after it happened the other week. Looking for feedback and edits, let me know what you think!** *** I love fucking. There's nothing else quite like it. Even more than weed, it is my drug. Two people, running their hands over each others'...
This is another story that I wrote for my girlfriend's reading pleasure. If you haven't read "Your Night" then it might help to read it first. But it isn't necessary to enjoy this one. *** "This really is the best view in the entire hotel" you think to yourself as you stretch languidly in the warmth of the whirlpool tub, the morning sun illuminating the r...
An elfin figure stood in the corner of the room, fidgeting restlessly from foot to foot, knickers tangled around her slender ankles. Hands on head, fingers twisting short blonde tresses, even white teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. Her short flared skirt had been flipped up and tucked into a thin silver belt to reveal the burnished skin of her pert bottom rad...