In the morning all the police were gone, but the damage from all their forensic tools was extensive. Alan had no idea how to clean all the luminal and finger print dusting power off of everything. So he called a cleaning service and had them come take care of it. They had a quick breakfast and Erica was due at the spa at 8am sharp. They would start with the...
With Vivian spread eagled on the blanket, Erica squirmed into her optimum position, and wrapped one of her arms under and around one of her sister's parted thighs. In this manner, she was able to bring both of her hands up to spread apart Vivian's labia lips causing the clitoris to prominently protrude. Erica sunk her teeth onto Vivian's clit and forcibly bi...
I don't know whose bedroom we ended up in, or even how I got in here in the first place, but Amanda's hand is down the front of my pants and Erica's lips are on my own; the two girls are drunk out of their minds, and luckily I happened to be in the way while they were on their little journey to the bed. I'm fairly tipsy myself, but both the women are smashed...
"Here's our room, little brother." Cathy pushed the door to her dorm room open and waved him in with a flourish. "I told you not to call me that here," Matt said. "Give me a little dignity as a prefrosh, please!" He grinned to lessen the sarcasm, hefted his bag, and strode into the room. It was bigger than he assumed, what with the college horror stories o...
She passed Fifth Street and checked her watch, right on schedule and thankfully the crossing light was on her side this morning so she eased across the intersection without having to stop. Music from her IPod spurred her on as she rounded the corner on Jackson Avenue, in the home stretch now. The warm early May morning sun at her back, she could see the entr...
This is another in a series of (mostly) true stories about my wife, Erica, and me, Bryan. I appreciate all the votes and most of all, you reading my stories. In full disclosure, I knew the first few stories were going to be somewhat tame. They were based on true events of two religious virgins getting to know each other, especially physically. However, I hop...
Shortly after our wedding, the first week back in term time after our Summer Holiday Honeymoon, I was told I'd be going on a course for school. A whole week of re-learning how to teach Phonics and spelling. How exciting... At least it wasn't a residential, and wasn't being held too far away, so I'd be able to commute in the mornings rather than staying away....
Chapter 2: The Continuing Treatments Note: Sorry it has taken so long to continue this story, but it's been a hectic time! And thanks to a certain lady who emailed me with glowing praise about the story! This is definitely for you! * Erica is still half-asleep, and horny as hell, when Robert turns the chair into her private room and helps her to the be...
Day at the Spa - The conclusion "The couches", as Brenda calls it, is actually a private room set in a corner of the basement steam room. The walls are painted a deep lavender and though it is steamy in here as well, it is also cooler. Also, sitting in the middle of the room, is the only furnishings there; a huge couch covered in clear plastic. Nicky leads...
When Erica heard David had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, she broke down. David wasn't related to her by either blood or marriage, but he was family as far as she was concerned. Her father, Tom, had died of a heart attack when she was 11. It happened during a meeting of his Masonic lodge. One minute he was fine; the next, he was clutching his le...