Hier ein paar Geschichten zu Paola. Im Folgenden schreibe ich aus der "Ich" Perspektive auch wenn die Geschichten nicht wirklich passiert sind. VG bedeutet, dass es eine (kurze!) Vorgeschichte gibt, bevor das eigentliche Thema beginnt. Erstmal Allgemeines: Mein Name ist Paola. Ich bin 19 Jahre alt und wohne in einem kleinen Dorf direkt am Waldrand....
Sitting next to you, I lean in for a kiss. Soft brushing of lips, my body reaching for your heat. One hand reaching up to run through your hair. Relishing the thickness of it, the softness. My other hand reaches down, lower, brushing against your dick. Rubbing against the hardness, wrapping my fingers around you. Lingering kisses, soft and slow, your lips a...
("Revenge of the Coeds" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.) You may recall the real life story "Coffin Candy" that initiated my brief career as a lady of the evening. Angela, Suzanne and I did not get mad. We got even. If you recall, the boys of Phi Gamma Nu...
Lovers. The blank page before me, I find that I stare at the words, my fingers hesitant to write, tenuously striking the keys I am so familiar with. Words that I have used and utilized, manipulated and magnified until they expand to fit my definition, words I have always thought I knew. But now, now…now I realize I know nothing of words like lovers. It is a...
Holding each other, they fell asleep, a beautiful tangle of limbs and hands and bodies. This was how Anthony found them when he came home. He stood in the doorway of their loft room, looking at the two women, so innocent-looking, despite their nakedness. It seemed they were meant to be this way, completely natural and comfortable with each other. He moved...
Ava stomped her way through the sodden grass, wet from snow and ice. The clouds protected the countryside from the bright moon. Ava made her way to a towering oak tree, leaning up against the cold, damp bark. Unconsciously she began to shiver from the crisp air, still fuming. Why did she have to marry this man? Why did she have to marry full stop!? She was...
*A heads up, this is a longer piece with a number of chapters, not all of them contain a lot of sex. If you are looking for that I suggest looking else where or starting later in the story, although I hope you won't do that. I wrote and completed this story about a year ago. It was my first honest attempt at a full fledge erotic story. I would appreciate an...
Usually it works out, the company sends me out to make these presentations to a roomful of old people, we buy them dinner and a glass of wine, I schmooze and charm them, scare them a little bit about losing their nest-eggs, show them a sure way to live out their years without worry, and we line up a few prospects. I've got the Powerpoint, the jokes, I used t...
The End and Beyond. Paul phoned me. I killed the connection. He phoned me again and before I could cut him off he said; "This is important, Jules. Hear me out!" It made me stop. "I apologize, Jules," he went on, in a hurry. I guess he feared to be disconnected. "I am sorry I made you run out on me. Please, let's at least stay friends." I said nothing....
Her husband watches, transfixed, as their friend's cock presses against the full wet lips of her cunt. "Mmmmm," she moans, as she lowers herself onto him. She takes in the unfamiliar cock slowly, enjoying its unfamiliar girth, the subtle differences from what she is accustomed. "Ahhh . . . " She settles onto her friend slowly, until she rests against his...