When I first began going with Emily Hawkins, saw her mother as just another 40 year old. A woman from a different generation, albeit an attractive woman. I referred to her as Mrs Hawkins for two months after first meeting her, until such time as she came to see Emily and me as an ongoing concern. She then encouraged me to call her Melissa or Mel. Emily was...
TRUE LOVE Robert Edwards was a quiet, studious kid in college. Driven by hormones, yet terminally polite, he found himself caught between the normal need for sexual gratification and the desire not to appear pushy or demanding. In short, he was a virgin into his Junior year of University. He made due with the time honored practice of manual gratification a...
There is a periwinkle bulb at the top of a post over the emergency phones, put up to save girls about to be gang-raped by marauding frat boys. Through tears, it splits into four spikes, like a compass rose, and hangs gently in the sky, outside the filmy dorm window. The blue light snags the belly of each tear that she squeezes out: they fall in a steady proc...
The following day was the last day off we all had, tomorrow we would all have to go back to school or college, or work in Max's case. And speaking of Max, this seemed to be the best opportunity to ask him, to ask THEM, about.... well, a blowjob. Sarah and Eric were still here and I was not exactly sure whether I wanted them to hear it. It was one thing to be...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** My name is Amber Martinez, a freshman student at J. Oscar University and a member of the nudist sorority Alpha Zeta Zeta. It has now been a few months after our first visit to the Amethyst Springs, let's say late February and our school year was moving along normally. When classes...
On the sixth day of Camilla's ongoing nightmare in the Montreal aquarium, her naked body was hovering over the fouled water tank in what seemed a state of unconsciousness. The news cameras and lechers, always getting video of her endless gang-bangs from spirits, were wondering why she had been a particularly long time not waking up this time. "She isn't de...
[Author's note: This story is inspired in part by an incident from one of the many terrific stories by Harddaysknight. I hope he'll forgive me; after all, as Mark Twain should have said, "plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery".] [Author's note #2: The continuation to this story will probably not appear right away.] * There are certainly lots of blu...
The moment I close my phone, I'm suddenly anxious again. Did I do the right thing? How sure am I about this? I stand there contemplating what I just did, my image blinking back at me from time to time. Each reason I bring up against what I've just done seems stronger and stronger as the intoxication of my orgasm fades. I know I've crossed the line but a min...
If you haven't kept up with the story, that's okay although I suggest you start at the beginning so you can keep your scorecard up to date. This story has all kinds of sex in all kinds of combinations so if you don't have permission from an adult to read it, get outta here. -------------------------------------------- It's only about an hour from L.A. to S...
As suspected, some of you liked it, others not so much. Such is life. To me, Danny's an interesting guy and so I'll continue writing his fictional tale—yep, it's a story. Artistic license taken. Not real. Not based on anyone I know. For those that find my style too wordy, sorry, but it's not going to change anytime soon. I enjoy storytelling, in building c...