This is the first story I write in English. As I am not a native English speaker, I kindly ask for feedback in all matters. Feel free to post comments or send me a message. Thank you! Introduction Samantha and Chris are living the liberal life. The free-spirited duo enjoys immersion into art and philosophy - and they enjoy to do it naked at their generous a...
Der vorwitzige helle Sonnenstrahl findet die kleine Nische, des Fensters der nicht von dem als Vorhang genutzten Lacken freigelassenen wird. Das Gleisende Licht schlüpft hindurch und tastet sich in dem Raum vor. Das Tageslicht entdeckt das betörende Gesicht des kleinen schlafenden Mädchens, das gelle Leuchten strahlt der blutjungen, hübschen Frau direkt auf...
Shelly had been anticipating college for years... and it was finally here. At her state college. It had been so long since she had left her hometown; pulling up to the tall buildings of the eastern dormitories, each housing more people than had been in her small town, Shelly felt almost like she was moving to a city. Having been homeschooled for the last two...
Barock? Was wusste ich schon über den Barock? Nicht viel, außer natürlich das übliche, die Musik und den ulkigen Kleidungsstil und sowas. Aber das war wohl auch das wichtigste, so das ich gerade noch so eine passable Antwort hin bekam, als mich mein Schwarm Maria Mitte Dezember überraschend auf eine Silvester Feier einlud, die Freunde von ihr zum Jahreswechs...
Characters in sexual situations are 18+ yrs. ***** His arms held her in a vise-like grip as he stood behind her in line at Starbucks. Lillian loved how her boyfriend held her. Sure his grip was constricting and her lungs felt like they were about to collapse, but it made her feel wanted. She felt safe and loved in his strong arms. Shen nuzzled her neck, k...
Teil 1: https://chyoa.com/story/Der-Pinkel-Test.26303- - - - - - "-und deshalb bin ich der Meinung, dass wir uns so langsam fragen, ob Röcke oder ob Hosen das bessere Kleidungsstück sind!", dachte Emanuela laut nach. "Für mich ist das klar", meinte Amy, "Hosen sind nur im Weg. Röcke und Kleider ermöglichen jedoch einen direkten Weg n...
Ach, mal wieder eine Tagung. Eigentlich nerven mich solche Veranstaltungen ziemlich. Irgendein überbezahlter Trainer, philosophiert den ganzen Tag über irgendwelchen Mist und wenn er ganz lustig drauf ist, muss man auch noch irgendwelche Gruppenübungen oder gar kindische Spiele machen, auf die niemand Bock hat. Wäre da nicht der Umstand dass ich im Vertrieb...
Note. This is a POV story and a work of fiction. *** Hello, my name is Saba and I work as a hall monitor here at Fencer High School in Glendale Arizona. I like the climate of this state because it reminds me of my native homeland of Lebanon. And yes, I am Muslim. One of the three on the school staff, but that doesn't bother me much. The bell rung which s...
My "Sister" and I have always been close growing up, we've shared "almost" every detail with each other, or so I thought. I say "Sister and Almost" very loosely, but neither have hardly any truth to them. My name is Anthony, most call me Tony, my sister's name is Terrance, but everyone calls her Teri. Teri and I were born identical twins, but we have grown u...
Lauren walked up to the teacher, consciously swaying her hips just a little, as she flicked back her died black hair. Her short black velvet skirt caught Mr. Lavigne's attention, so he didn't notice Lauren's gaze running down his purple shirt to his tight black pants that accented perfectly his large package. He had asked her to stay behind to talk about h...