"Continue." Shuffling forward a few inches, I slowly, painfully slowly, circle my lips around your cock, and slide down your length, my mouth taking you in, tongue swirling around you. My eyes remain locked on yours. Yours remain locked on my mouth, watching your sex disappear behind my supple lips. In. Achingly slowly, I pull back, releasing all but the he...
Just a short story, all characters are over eighteen. *** Spooky McGraw, that was my name from as way back as I can remember, my parents call me Sandy, my grandparents Sandra. Why? Well, I live in a cemetery. To be precise I live with my parents in the grounds keepers house just inside the main gate of a cemetery. My father is the groundkeeper, custodian...
"Sense and Sensuality, or Jane Austen's Tears" 1 To say "It started innocently enough" would be wrong. There was nothing innocent about what we were planning, what we were doing. The texts with just a hint of double-entendre. The links to pictures and essays we sent to each other. No, it wasn't innocent. We knew what we were doing, and we liked it. We lik...
"Let's go." It was all he'd said as he took her hand, grabbed her purse and took her out the door. They both climbed into the car, the grin on his face made her wonder what in the world he was up to this time. He'd had this weird habit lately of surprising her with car trips that took them to odd destinations. It was all cloak and dagger until they'd arriv...
I awoke with a start, unsure of what had disturbed me, but immediately conscious of the warm, heavy weight of a male body against me and a full bladder. Memories returned in a heated rush and I smiled, nestling my ass back against Patrick and enjoying the sensual rush of pleasure. But, my body insisted on another type of relief so I shifted carefully away fr...
Kimberly is absolutely gorgeous, but it's her personality that's I find most attractive about her. The way she's swaying her hips in her short, black leather skirt reflects a level of confidence that makes my heart feel like it's going to skip a beat. I admire her - but I also want to be her. Anyway, none of that's relevant at the moment. What concerns me...
In the weeks we spent together we fucked in every combination that two men and one woman would allow. Except for one—us taking her both at once. Mrs. D wanted to keep that for the finale. She called it my going away present. Whenever she said it I was torn between anticipation and sorrow. I didn't want our time together to end. I'd left College so certain...
The hot sun blazes down on the town square, one lone figure stands motionless in the midst of the melee, the crowds buzzing around her, a hazy blur of colours in the bright light. The clock strikes the hour. One o clock. She glances nervously at her watch anyway, not seeming to hear the loud clang of bells behind her from the old grey clock tower that looms...
During a trip into Boston, he stopped at a small antique map shop. While flipping through the Caribbean charts, he discovered a crudely drawn map that vaguely reminded him of an unnamed island he had once explored off the Haitian coast. "It's a map to pirate treasure," the proprietor said pointing to the black "X" near the tiny cove on the island's east side...
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and brings me no profit, only joy. Like most mornings, I woke up with Lexi's alarm clock ringing on the nightstand. I lifted my arm up enough to grab her phone and silence the ringing. I tried to get up, but a pair of athletic arms wrapping around my torso didn't let me do that. I sighed to my pleasurable fate and slid bac...