Tahani sat cozily curled up in one corner of an enormous couch, warming her second large snifter of after-dinner Brandy-and-Benedictine in the palm of her hand. She was sitting in what was beyond doubt the most lavish and tastefully decorated living room she had ever seen. In fact, the whole evening had seemed enchanted and unreal, right from the minute she'...
Previously on "Midnight Movie Club" - Four college students cross paths at the beginning of their freshman year at Farragut College; military brat and film lover Julie Wyndham, laid back musician Cole Scales, modern-day flower child Eleanor Freeman, and kind and outgoing Alexander de'Armound. The pressure of midterms leads to a variety of carnal activities...
After an uneventful flight we arrived back in Toronto tired but happy, as they say. As soon as we got in, we emailed Debbie and Dave that it had been a wonderful weekend for both of us. It had been wonderful to play with them again and Erik and Ursula were a perfect addition. The freedom to be bisexual meant a lot to all of us and it was almost a miracle to...
Note: This story is a sequel to the Midsummer and Midwinter story series. More precisely, it's a bonus story for my followers who have read those two series a while ago. It can also be read as a stand-alone, with a few paragraphs explaining some of the background. Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! *** Well, it looked like three months wasn't enough time for m...
My name is Caitlin Mendel. A five-foot-ten, lean, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deeply nerdy Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Marcus College, a local two-year school, and these days, life is okay. I like the way the school is looking this year. Forty two percent of the eight-thousand-person student body is of A...
Eleanor awoke the next day around noon, still curled up on the corner of the couch. The blanket Thomas had covered her with had fallen to the floor. She was completely naked. She stretched and looked around the room. Her nightgown and panties were on the floor where she’d tossed them before. The tripod from Thomas’ video camera was still set up next to...
A new lifeline for Eleanor. Eleanor walked slowly toward her apartment and looking back along the hallway, smiled a dry, wry smile. She hadn't even entertained the thought that she would flirt with a man; especially not tonight. Yet, Roger was not just an ordinary man. He wasn't tall or brutally handsome or even terribly sexy and yet he held a certain fasci...
For Meggs and Bill This story treats some matters that may offend some, so if you dislike reading about either menstruation or bodily functions of all kinds, this story is not for you. * Eleanor had been very relieved—no, overjoyed—when the District Court of the Women's Republic had released her from her punishment for the adulterous conduct in which she...
Eleanor woke me on Saturday morning in the best possible way, by sucking and licking my prick to a raging hardness. It didn't take long, my memories of her heated body writhing against mine in the night were still vivid in my mind. It took her only moments to get me hard, then she smiled, kissed me gently on the mouth and straddled me, lowering herself slowl...
Crawling was never a particularly elegant mode of movement. Eleanor had practiced long and hard in readiness for this moment, arranged mirrors to afford her a side and back view as she carefully rehearsed, but still the degree of ease or control that would have satisfied her ever searching sense of worth remained beyond reach. The curtain at the far end of t...