Sandra shook her head and sighed as she listened to her daughter talking to her boyfriend in the next room. "You have got to be kidding me, right?" "C'mon Jen, it'll be fun. Ron and Angela and Wendy and Greg will be there." "A stupid protest? Please." "We could end up on T.V." She cut him off. "You know what? I'm done. I am so sick of your stupid causes...
Part 4 Accepting Our New-Found Desires The following morning was strained to say the least. We had carried out our accustomed weekday routine as though nothing strange had occurred the night before, Claire getting the kids up and making breakfast; me taking them to school as typically happened when I was off work. This time though there was an underlying t...
I wish this was my local but unfortunately ... If you think it could cope with another chapter or two please tell me. * I guess the White Hart used to be an ordinary sort of pub. A typical local based in a back street down from Worlds End, in the cheaper part of 'almost' Chelsea. John was the landlord, early 50s, fairly shrewd, jovial, but not a man to...
L'Affaire C. 12 Carly and Ally share the after effects of anal; Nicki shares sexual sparks with a rapist defender. *** "That is some rock," Carly grinned, smiling as Ally approached the waiting room. Carly noticed immediately that Ally's hair was down. For every other appointment Carly had had in the year she had been visiting the upscale salon, Ally wore...
When John Wayne told Diana Maitland that his friend knew about her, she had wanted to ask him how, but he kept distracting her with his cock; then he started to tell her, but kept his cock moving inside her so that she was only getting parts of the story. Then he started to remind her of the last time they fucked on the beach yesterday, describing it in deta...
Obligatory Disclaimer: Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. This story is a complete revision of a story I previously submitted, but later retracted. Hopefully, this new version is an improvement. ~The Story~ "Are there any questions about anything?" Silence. "Okay, then let's launch into today's lecture." I chewed my Hello Kitty pen...
Kristen sat on her sofa huddled into a protective ball, wrapped in a self-pity that she knew she had to shake off eventually. The afternoon dragged on endlessly, pointlessly, as every day had done for the last few weeks. All she could do was replay the same events in her mind, try to work out what had gone wrong, what she could have done better. But no obvio...
I can't believe I am going to a motel to meet a young man for sex. That's just not like me. He's only eighteen and I'm forty-two. But I can't stop. I've fantasized about this for so long and it has become an obsession I must fulfil. Whatever the consequences, I must go through with it or I'll go bonkers. It started a few weeks ago, I had been on a dating we...
Her Beginning It was winter, near the beginning of a new semester, and Julie Lindsey loved both cold weather and new semesters. Cold weather meant cuddling, and she loved to cuddle. As a literature professor, she had a fondness not only for cuddling with a man, or occasionally with a woman, she loved curling up with a good book or writing erotic stories o...
Love, they say, is a many splendored thing. It features in a million songs and books and plays and movies. But what about friendship? "Stop, honey, it's all right," the voice said. "Everything is fine, it was just sex. You did wonderful." Juliana gasped. Then she broke down again, burying her face deeper into the woman holding her. The two of them sat...