©Nora Quick 2013 If you are reading this on any site other than noraquick.com, noraquick.yolasite.com, or literotica.com it has been reproduced without permission and is in violation of copyright. Please contact [email protected] right away. * I think I fell in love with John the first time I heard him. I'd walked into the Green Mill like so many oth...
Sometimes, when everything is quiet, and I don't have much going on, I'll crack open a cold beer and sit and stare up at the stars in the night sky. It's at moments like that when memories come back to tease me. I had not thought about this encounter in years. I think I had tried to compartmentalize it and flag it as "do not remember." I failed. As I recoll...
***This is the final chapter. I hope it hasn't been too hard to follow. With everything in place for Kate and Jürgen, I can now take the reader to the ending in one hopefully enjoyable go. This was never meant to be a long romancy thing. Rather, It's more of a little tale where two people find a lot for themselves in a very short time, so I've kept it a litt...
Note: I am not, nor have I ever been a sailor, whether Navy or Merchant Marine. If I have made any technical errors regarding these ships, it is a result of my imagination, and everything here is a work of fiction. In some cases, names have been changed to protect the guilty. Chas * It was after midnight when I pulled up slowly at the end of my driveway. W...
Chrissi ist 18 ein ganz normales 18 jährigem Mädchen das auf dem Gymnasium in die 12 klasse geht. Sie hat dunkelbraune, leicht rötliche Haare. Sie ist 1,55 groß und zierlich gebaut. Einen süßen festen hintern und ein a Körbchen wovon sie immer denkt es könnte ja mal wachsen.... sie ist eine durchschnittliche Schülerin und allgemein eben ein typisches Mädchen...
During Buttercup's third week, she is given free time in the afternoon, so long as her chores are done. It turns out that Marilee is an important little cow on the Farm, and many meetings, tasks, and duties take up her time. She cannot keep track of Buttercup every minute. One blissful afternoon, after the two of them had sucked each other's breasts empty a...
My wife was known for her imagination. She was also known for her ability to get what she wants. She was also sneaky as hell. Stir these three facts into a preamble about fantasies and I was instantly on guard. How dare she? Here I was on this sunny Thanksgiving afternoon. I had cooked the turkey for her. I had been polite to her friends and family who came...
After the party at Jack's Liz decided to stop sleeping around. She was good-looking, slim, took care of herself and she knew how men admired her, especially her legs. She could have any man she wanted, so why did she fall for losers like Jack? The truth was, and she admitted it to herself, she just loved to fuck. Once a man kissed her, and got his hand her b...
Originally posted as 'War:A Love Story' but deleted * "Will there be a war, Herr Strasser?" The room was in shadow, the electric lights had been dowsed and heavy drapes had been drawn across the windows to block out the early evening sunshine of midsummer. On one side of the room atop a small dais stood a slender young woman, her beautiful face framed by...
Their first time, when Chandler wanted to go down on Sandra, she'd objected, said she was "ugly down there." "I know that's something men do to please women," she said, her clipped, mysterious accent, "But you don't have to do that, really." And it was part of the game she was playing, or so Chandler assumed. So he turned out the light, none of her alleg...