Kelly sat atop her bed with her knees held tight to her chest staring out the window of her 2nd story bedroom. Although she lived in a beautifully over-stated home on what the less fortunate would call the "rich" side of town she felt she may as well be sitting in a dollhouse where she would be just as confined and surrounded by obnoxious pink furniture. Her...
"Carl, when we go to the snow this winter, can I write my name in the snow?" "What?" "Well you watched me pee this morning. This winter, can I stand behind you, hold him, and when you pee, write my name in the snow?" "Yes you can and then after that I'll bend you over a jet ski, slip deep into you and we will ride it all over Lake Tahoe hitting every bump...
Chrissie was spending the weekend at her parents' camp on Star Lake. She and her sister had been going to the cottage since they were children but it had been at least a few years since she had been there. She usually dreaded having to make time with her aunts and uncles just to enjoy some time at the beach but since she'd graduated college and taken a job i...
I take off from work a little early today, bundling up in my pea coat and wool mittens in my cubicle before my boss can see me. We've been working on the commissioner's email problems, and as a group the IT team is pretty busy. No one notices me as I sneak down the aisle and out the back door. I'm only leaving twenty minutes early, but I have a rendezvous wi...
I had been living in Istanbul (Turkey) for more than a year. I was teaching there in a foreign high-school mostly to young female teenagers from 15 to 18 years old. Most of them clearly did not give a shit about my science class but were much more interested in trying to turn on their young and athletic teacher who at the time was only 25. In fact it was eve...
Apostate! Kafir! Infidel! Marked for death. In the eyes of the Muslim community, I am all these things and more. My name is Aminata Khalid and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. For most of my life, home was the City of Montreal, Quebec. About a year ago, I had life all figured out. I had just graduated from the Univ...
Madeline navigated her way down Cedar rd. Her car swerved from side to side as she tried to handle a turkey sandwich in one hand and a map in the other. The old faded signs posted on the buildings made it almost impossible to read the addresses. Cardboard boxes and broken furniture sat on the edges of the curbs. Madeline kept driving hoping that the address...
Disclaimer: The following story is not intended for minors. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or it is not legal in your place of residence, please close the document now. If not, I hope you enjoy my attempt at entertaining you with stories of my adventures. * In the previous chapter, I described my first adventure to an Adult Bookstore as...
All three holes before you go home... The words stuck in Elizabeth's mind over the next hour, filling her with a delicious shiver every time she considered them. So blunt, so demanding, so self-assured. The man had gone crazy. It wasn't that she didn't want to give herself to Michael again, the opposite was true, as their brief outside interlude had only...
Author's Note: I got so horny writing this! :) This isn't a personal fantasy of mine, but it was at my husband's request, and I always do right by him. I went right into the mindset of a girl who would want to be fucked like crazy at her library, and there she was, ready to let me peek into her fantasy. Please enjoy Venice's story and tell me what else you w...