Was it true love or lust or the thrill of being safe home in the now that made Doug feel so heavenly in the tender grips of Kelly's vagina? She didn't know, and in that wonderfully intense moment she didn't care. She kept her eyes open as she bobbed joyfully up and down atop him, not begrudging at all that his mesmerized gaze was fixed on her breasts as they...
This story is a little different from most I've written. It seems in the past while writing a lot of my stories, I've tried to keep in mind what people are looking for, what feedback I've gotten, etc. I try to make sure that when splitting stories into sections, each one has a nice 'scene' to it. I've also often sanitized the setting, to make it less obvious...
I heard a faint cry this morning, predator and prey, and looked up at the sky. A bald eagle, I remember thinking – no, two of them – harrying a pair of falcons. A circling duel, a fight to the death playing out in the sky above my father's house, and my hands began to shake as I remembered all the other fights that played out up there. I drove to work, the m...
Sunday Darren was out walking in the April sun, running through the interviews he would be holding throughout the week for the vacant positions in the second print works he and his partner were to open, when he saw her. She was having problems keeping the armful of clothes she had from dropping onto the damp ground as she struggled with the tailgate of her...
Babysat by a neighbour Rose was dressed by her daughter in a bright yellow, youngsters a-line dress. It was far too young for the eighteen-year-old she was supposed to be. As she was really twenty-six the outfit was ridiculous. It was easier putting up with young teen clothes, since pretending to be a schoolgirl, and giving up her adult status. She had to...
"Hayley! Hayley! Are you awake yet?" My Mom calling through my bedroom door. It was a good thing she hadn't walked in on me. "I'm coming Mom!" I was! I was! Yes! God yes! I was really close, my eyes closed, breathing hard, hips jerking. Both hands were between my legs, I was thinking of Steve. Steve, my boyfriend! Steve, who I'd been dating for two years...
There are no graphic sex scenes in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife and others who have helped me in writing this story. We have discussed and debated about my work here for hours. I have made a few changes before posting so any screw ups are mine. Thanks for reading my story and please ENJOY. ***************** I have been entertained by love abo...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
~*~*~Hey everyone. I know I posted this orignally under the wrong title. I was really stressed that day, and I am so sorry. When I noticed the error, it was already posted. I am really sorry. If anyone knows how to delete a posted story, please, let me know. Thanks everyone!!!*~*~*~* "Tonight?" I nodded at Kenna. "Okay... let me think. I can get Kelly to le...