~o Curious Virgins o~ A raven haired beauty appeared out of the trees, young and buxom. Her skin was snow white and her lips like crimson splashed across her soft, cheeky face. She wore an erotic mockery of a funeral dress, black with the skirt cut short and loose with a top cut tight and low. Her big breasts pushed up in a fountain of ivory cleavage and he...
Note: This story is a re-telling of Aurelius1982 Indian Wife is a Diwali Night Treat from the wife's perspective. One of his readers. Mili, sent him a suggestion for having the wife's narrative too, similar to my first story which Aurelius helped with. He asked me to do it, so here it is. Obviously, the main characters are Aurelius' creations and he deserves...
Author's Note: I looked at each of these Chapters and decided they needed a little work, a few inconsistencies tidied up, errors corrected. Also I felt the need to create a "book-like" feel to them rather than each Chapter being a stand alone story. I hope you enjoy revisiting dominique. If she is new to you, I hope you enjoy her story. Chapter 01 i sat o...
The past week had dragged on for what seemed an endless time. It was really the uncertainty of what was actually going on that was killing me. I have an active imagination and it was running overtime on the issue. After what had happened last weekend, I couldn't even fathom what Beth had to do this week. I knew Beth would come home a changed person; no one...
This story was an assignment from my first Master. He asked me to write a fantasy of 24 hours with him. The warmth of the sun on her face woke Leslie to a new day. She opened her eyes and stretched like a cat. Then a thought jolted her into full consciousness. Today was the day! Instantly she felt her pussy come to life, and without thinking, her hand slid...
The story of Tim's first time is my first story. Many thanks to lindseymarsh who edited and polished this story. * It was just after eight o'clock on a warm, Sunday morning in early June and Tim and Jennie were spending the weekend at Jennie's mother's house. They usually didn't stay overnight, but the previous evening all the family had gone to the annua...
"Damn it." She moaned to herself, more in self pity than anything else. Her one bottle of vodka was now empty. "You were just full." She said, and she knew her words were probably slurring a bit. "Well, now what do I do?" She asked the empty kitchen. She knew she shouldn't have started drinking, but especially not drinking alone. She would have been with her...
Angel wonders how legit the proposition was. We were both unlike ourselves on the car ride back to Trevor's, the sun just barely dipping below the western horizon when we left the coffee shop, but it would be gone by the time we reached home. It didn't help that Abbie took an unusually long route home, but I didn't say anything, nor did I mind. It gave me m...
For almost all of his existence, Father Don Josiah led a cloistered life. From his childhood days in St. Mary's all-boys Catholic school to his ordination as a priest, his devoutly religious mother ensured that women, for him, would be only respectable ladies and nuns. They would always be fully dressed: the only female nudes he'd ever see were statues, to b...
If once in a time happy marriage turns to a problem marriage the events are usually going to happen after a standard pattern, wife is successful at her job, get bored of her husband and children, envoys her free (divorced) friends, an old boyfriend appears and start courting her, she want him, etc. etc. When shit hit the fan in my marriage, I got it all. Wh...