(Story is on hold, check Author's Notes for explanation) “Finally home.” Is all Wes can think as he closes and locks the front door behind him. He walks up the stairs to the 2nd floor and, upon reaching the top, notices his best friend, Andre, asleep on the couch in a dress shirt and khakis. Wes notes Andre got his hair cut into a buzzed top and medium fade...
Julia breathed deeply, trying to regain control of her mind and body, struggling against the desire to thrust up her hips and turn the delicate contact of surgically gloved fingers into a caress. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fact that she was undergoing a medical examination, nothing more, and yet the image of the well groomed, articulate and...
She's fast asleep. I wonder what she's dreaming of. Perhaps something wistful and sweet, judging by the smile on her face. She's dressed like a little harlot though, with a silk, red thong digging into her soft, cushiony ass and soft cunt. My little slut. My agent provocateur dressed in the outfit I strictly instructed for her to wear; a soft, lacey bra, sil...
For those who may not know me, I am Sally. The incident related here took place in the early 1970's. I was in my second or third year of teaching elementary school and was living in a small apartment complex only a few blocks away from my school. This was a teacher day without students filled with morning and afternoon meetings with a 90 minute lunch break o...
This isn't properly my story to tell. It was related to me a friend of mine, years after it had happened. It is his story, but I will try to do it justice in the telling. We were at a bar on College Street - one of the fashionable cookie-cutter martini lounges that have transformed Little Italy into the scenester's scene over the past decade. A few drinks h...
I was shaking with excitement as I watched her car pull up, into the driveway. I hadn't seen her in over four months. We're so close, but personal matters had kept us from getting together. I watched her fix her gorgeous auburn hair before she stepped out of the car. I ran to the door and pulled myself together. I heard the bell ring, and I slowly opened the...
*Knock Knock Knock* Sounded on the quiet suburban street as the young man shifted his heavy bags from his shoulder and onto the front balcony. Walking up the few steps to the pristine, white house in the richer neighbourhood had been a bit of a task for the knocker as despite playing football (soccer to you disgraceful americans) making him toned and fit, it...
This section is the introduction to a story that involves a married 19 year old Asian model and her sexual exploits with powerful, wealthy and very endowed older men. * My name is Doreen. I am Asian, a mix of Korean and Japanese. I just turned 19 three days ago and on that day I married my fiancé of one year, Jason. I met Jason at a club in NYC where I wa...
He snapped the clothespin on her tongue, "Puppies don't talk." Tears pricked her eyes and saliva quickly pooled in her mouth and threatened to overflow. The sounds issuing from her were appropriate puppy whimpers- not because she was orchestrating them to be so, but because they simply were. His cock twitched at the sounds, and it was difficult for Him not...
My name is Michelle White a sexy business woman who happens to also be a lesbian. My lifestyle choices don't derive from an abused childhood or a bad experience with a guy but rather from natural selection. I've simply always found myself more attracted to women than men. Because of my career I choose not to be publicly open about my sexual preferences but a...