This story is written for exhibitionist4m - kiss. Rick was excited to say the least. He couldn't believe he was finally getting to have dinner with Lauren. Dressed in his best suit (gray combo with dark purple suspenders and an elegant tie), he pulled in front of the hotel and looked again for the piece of paper with Lauren's room number on it. Freshly show...
Thank you for taking the time to read my submission. check me out on FB Elle Jerome, Author or on twitter @lovellejerome. XOXOXO Chapter 1 Kenda Pierce needed to get out. Yesterday had been the anniversary of her best friend's death. Taryn's final instructions had been for Kenda to live her life and to not waste one precious moment wishing and waiting...
The kiss was not the beginning nor was it the end. It was just a kiss. As they stood inside the door of their room for the first time neither knew what to expect, neither had any plans for the next moment. The only thought, expectation, or intent was the kiss. There was no fantasy to this moment. This moment was real. It was a personal moment, a personal k...
- For cuddles - We had been traveling through the countryside of Ireland for 5 days know. It was a beautiful country, but I was starting to get bored. There are only so many sheep a man can take. We were approaching Blarney Castle, home of the infamous Blarney Stone, the magical stone that gives the gift of gab to all that kiss it. The tour bus pulled in ne...
I can't take it anymore. I have to see you. I have to take the risk. The sun has just gone down. I grab my keys and jump in my car. I drive down those familiar streets that I have driven on so many times in the past. Except this time it is different. This time I am heading to see my dirty little secret. My friend with benefits.....many benefits. I turn down...
I would have done this months ago had I only known... The moans were proof enough, but some how his hands in my hair told me so much more. Something in the way he kept playing with it, wanting to touch more of me as he went along. He did not shake anxiously like the one before him. He was not as nervous or worried. He was truly enjoying the moment, taking...
I knew when I saw him it would be hard to say no. These long years later, I still can't refuse. Any minute now, he will be walking through the door of this dark bar, and any willpower I may have had will evaporate. I will feel the tingle in my legs, the pit of my stomach will drop into my twat, and all I will be able to focus on is the subtle sway of his hip...
He followed her. She was incredible. She had been subtly touching him at different times during the day. Just brushing beside him. That casual touch, now and again, sometimes a little lingering, but never actually making eye contact. She had a self assuredness about her that he liked. She was liberated he thought, or perhaps just close to it. Needing t...
'In Paris, its good to smell like you've been fucking to make them respect you.'- Killing Zoe, 1994 I had landed back in Paris after a few years break from the city of love and lust. The French attitude to sex has fascinated me since I first encountered the Marquis de Sade, his incest and days of Sodom. Expressive, direct, lustful, wanton and uninhibited. T...
It all started out innocently enough. The occasional off hand comments with the slightest sexual innuendo. At first, I just took them as dirty humor between two coworkers. But more and more, the innocent comments took on a different undertone. I could feel the tension between us, it's so thick you can cut it with a knife. Normally I would never cross that pr...