Well, let me first start by saying that I love your writing style. The thing I think I love about it is that when you are describing something, however small, your attention to detail is so acute and thus I am able to see it as if it were actually happening to me. When I was in High school, my English teacher gave us a writing assignment and we could write...
The exhibitionist adventures of Melanie and Susanne continue... Melanie pulled back the curtains of her hotel room on the third floor, opened the sliding door, and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. At 28, Melanie had light brown hair with streaks of blonde, petite but perky breasts, a slim figure, and a deep, dark tan all ove...
During the summer break in college I worked as a brakeman for the Santa Fe railroad in Oklahoma. It was a good job that paid very well. It required that I move to several different cities each summer. It began in Enid, Oklahoma with the wheat harvest. It would end in Arkanas City, Kansas. That was the northern most point in the district. The hours were weir...
The cruise was her idea. We'd never been on one before, and in fact, had never really considered it. We had always preferred to travel off the beaten path, away from the usual tourist areas. A cruise was so, well, touristy. Pre-packaged. "Fun-in-a-box" was the term we used, intended to be a bit derogatory. I mean, where was the fun in being herded into a tow...
I am exhausted from the lack of sleep last night due to the most erotic dreams that I have ever experienced. It has been nearly 10 months since I last saw my lover. With her living so far away we do not get very many chances to be together. But the time is getting near when I again will be able to hold her, make love to her and to have some serious fun. It j...
We're walking on the street towards our hotel, after a dinner out where there'd been a lot of teasing going on beneath the table. We're both keen to get to our room, and explore the arousal that has been building for hours. You're dressed in stylish black pinstriped pants, coupled with a black belt I can't wait to unbuckle, and a charcoal grey shirt I can'...
[This is Part One of an ongoing story. It's my first attempt, so please be kind! I hope you enjoy it!] * She caught his eye as she stepped through the open double doors of the bar and out onto the sun-bleached poolside patio. She stood framed in the doorway, casually glancing around to find a free sun-lounger and posing perfectly. He wondered if it was in...
She sat at her usual table, a Coke in front of her, eyes fixed somewhere to the back of the lead singer. She was alone, as usual, dressed in the clothes young girls wore when they worked in offices. She knew that the bartender wasn't quite sure about her, but it didn't worry her. She didn't look like a pro, didn't come on aggressively, keeping to herself. Sh...
I got a little carried away with my make-up. Your make-up fits on a continuum beginning with 'nun' and extending through various professions and life stages. I've never had tolerance for 'desperate housewife' and have rather preferred to advance to 'high class escort' or sometimes even 'porn star'. My husband, so very visually stimulated, always prefers porn...
Prelude... You are the exception to every rule I have. There is skin, and then there is YOUR skin. Soft and rough, positively lick able and begging to be tasted. Your skin is the reason I can't concentrate. Lips are made for kissing, but YOUR lips were designed to be devoured. And the words that escape them just provide my impetus to nibble you for hours...