Three quick raps on her door jolted Lily out of her focused state. Hours spent in front of her computer and she was no closer to finding where she'd gone wrong. Throwing on a shirt and smoothing out her hair, she opened the door to her apartment with a wan smile. "Are you Selene...Fakename?" the delivery man asked, raising an eyebrow. He held a package wrap...
The First Time, I ever Made Love (Written In 3rd Person) ( Real Story) It was a beautiful, hot summers day and in the town of Northolt; it was situated just outside of the city of London and in this place lived a stunning woman named, Natasha. She had just turned eighteen years old; she was craving what it would be like to finally get some dick inside of he...
"So... why Ms CreamyTits?" Parker Matland-Forbes asked. It was the name on her adultwerk profile. All of her profile pics had also been focused on her chest and cleavage. Which, to be fair, was a damn good selling point. It was the reason Parker had decided to book her after all. And the reason she was here now, in his bedroom. He was surprised she hadn't...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me with this story better. And now something spookier just in time for Halloween. *** It all started with oranges bouncing around on the sidewalk. I'd been unemployed for a while, the stress of it messing with my life. I was burning through my savings, and insomnia had kicked in last...
Introduction This chapter (Chapter 6) won't make as much sense without reading Chapter 5 first. They are a single unit, but I split it into two chapters for length. In case you're wondering, the "exercise" was inspired by a trip I once made to Lithuania and not by a worldwide search for sex organs. At the END of Chapter 5, Susannah Rush, the Woodglen Hig...
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I had no idea why, but I wanted to visit Billy—or Detective Andrews. I put on the most basic of white girl clothes: a flannel-patterned shirt over a white tank top, black leggings, and a pair on ankle-high boots. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun and put on a thin layer of makeup before leaving my house around 10:30 in the morning. It was a chilly day,...
The next morning, I woke up earlier than Billy did. We were both sleeping on my bed. Billy had insisted that he sleep on the couch in the living room, but I wouldn't have it. He was lying on his right side, a pillow in between his ankles so that he could elevate his broken left leg. With him turned away from me, I decided to give him back scratches throughou...
Mike & Karen Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improv...
One hour until they came, and it was time to prepare. I unceremoniously slipped off my human clothes, not yet theatrical in my movements, and slipped into a dark red, form-fitting unitard of downy velvet and fluffed polyester, with somewhat conspicuous gaps in the fabric here and there. I stepped into the washroom. The blue-white daylight bulbs illuminatin...