This is a story I wrote a few years ago that I just found again on an old memory stick. My style might have improved a little since then but I thought it might still be worth sharing with you. ***** The day was warm & sunny when I picked you up in my open top car. I was pleased to see you wearing the outfit I had provided...white button through summer dres...
"Honey? I'm headed to boot camp. Are you sure you don't want to come along?" "No thanks", I grunt, still half asleep. "I'm too tired. Have fun." "Ok, see you in a bit", you reply, bending to kiss me on the forehead. You stride off and I hear the door close, followed by the garage door opening and closing. I roll back over, pull the covers around me, thin...
Kiaransalee Scott's car sped down the country road in the black of the October night. Her headlights were off, for she did not need them, she knew the road well. She was on the run. She stared out of the windshield as if in a daze, her dark green eyes not blinking. Yet her mind was racing. How many times, she could not count, in the past had she been forc...
Okay so I merged two chapters into one so it would be long enough to please those complaining. No guarantees about when I'll post the next one though because I'm going out of town for a wedding and by merging these two chapters I've caught up to a couple portions that aren't quite right yet. Please be patient and thanks for reading and for constructive feedb...
Note-Their is some voyearism involved in this story. Britney was fiercely kissing Jessica with heated passion. I found a seat on the couch and decided to watch as the 2 lovely women played. I might as well do some playing, too. Unzipping my pants, I lowered them to the floor along with my boxers. "OH, Bob. That looks WONDERFUL." Britney said between kiss...
I´m a 30 year old woman with a little big problem… I still live with my parents, but this is not the real problem… I mean, I had a problem with myself, with my body more specifically. Well, I'm not very tall, I'm actually short, but that never bothered me. In fact, what made me a shy person and extremely upset about my physical qualities is the fact that I d...
I was back at the station, locked in an archival room in the basement with Ian, the records boy. I was bent forward over a desk that had been cleared in a hurried fashion with my skirt pushed up my back and my panties around my ankles, my brow furrowed in deep thought while Ian's cock pumped, slowly and rhythmically, in and out of my lightly-grasping box. I...
Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant." As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: "Sappy." He/She/It also informed me that "I was gay." Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to prese...
“I’ll bet you have a beautiful neck.” Brooke looked up from her affectionately tattered copy of Middlemarch to see a youngish man standing beside her booth. The word metrosexual jumped through her mind. He was handsome enough, well-kempt; hair just so perfectly messy it had to be the result of gobs of hair product, and the leather jacket of the season. He’s...
A big smile spread across Tess' face when she pulled into the drive after her morning class and workout and saw that his car was still in the garage. He had decided to work from home after all. She had to clench her thighs together as thought after thought of what she might do with him raced through her mind, each naughtier than the last. Finally she decided...