Jazzy129: So tell me a fantasy. Brice80031: Me tell you a fantasy? Why should I be the one telling it? Jazzy129: Because I haven’t haven’t had sex in ages. My imagination is dried up. I barely have anything to even masturbate to anymore. Brice80031: C’mon. You must have met tons of southern studs down there. Jazzy129: Not a one, and it’s beginning to re...
Breakfast was excellent. The man is a very good cook. Scrambled eggs with Dutch style pancakes loaded with ham. You were barely able to finish. He returned you to your room afterwards with instructions to cleanse yourself and then rest. You did just that. A hot shower with vanilla scented soaps and strawberry scented shampoo...not the brand you preferred, i...
It's odd how things work out. I had been talking to her about a vacation at Hedonism for a couple of years. At 40 plus, my wife is a bit conservative. Strong Catholic up bringing. Good girls don't do things like that. You know the story. She had indulged me a few times and let me take some nude pics of her which we had posted on the web, using the name MrsAE...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
I vaguely felt Peter leave my arms in the morning, but I was so filled with contentment, I barely stirred. I had dreamed in the night, and they were still strange dreams, but more along the lines of Peter and I reaching out for each other across deep chasms and raging rivers. Always in my various dreams, we touched our hands, but we were still left with the...
A month passed filled with test after test, but no progress on returning me back to normal. Any theories about injections to restore my normal body were rejected outright; there were no veins in which to put them. They tried giving me things to absorb, but nothing changed. I appeared to be a pink slimegirl for the foreseeable future, the first experiment fai...
With apologies to the shade of D. H. Lawrence, but the title was just too good to miss! * She was gazing through the window overlooking the pool, when Fran came up beside her, handing her a tall glass, frosted with dew. "Thanks, Fran, I need that on a day like this," she said, but her attention was outside. Fran moved alongside her, and the two women gaze...
This story is based on a song that I heard on the radio. It is written and sung by Brandi Carlile. I thought "This would make for an interesting story." I've heard the song a number of times over the last few months so I figure it's time. The name of the song is 'Every Time I Hear That Song'. I suggest that you listen to the song as just entertainment once t...
(AN: I would just like to say a big thank you to all the people that have commented, your input is greatly appreciated and a lot of it was very entertaining and inspiring. It was a lot of fun writing this with such imaginative reviewers, your suggestions made writing this story very exciting and fresh. I put a lot of effort into this final chapter so I hope...
Foreplay: Anyone who has read my stories will know that there's usually a liberal helping of panty sniffing within. I suppose we all have our little vices. Here's a story totally devoted to my favourite pastime ;) ***** They say confession is good for the soul. I've had a good life, and having two younger sisters around as I grew up I can't remember a tim...