I was sitting on the edge of the tub, with Ann kneeling in the warm water in front of me. She was going about her work with a huge, contented smile on her face. Her 'work', as it were, appeared to be more of a newfound labor of love. She was shaving my crotch, and she was currently working on my balls after already taking care of the base of my shaft. Her fi...
I'm sorry for the delay. A house full of sick people has made writing and editing a chaotic experience to say the least. Lucien stood in the darkness a skilled sentential able to mask his existence so well, even someone as talented as Caydn wasn't able to sense his presence. He'd restrained himself from acting as a voyeur. The sounds and breathing he'd he...
It was time to leave again. These visits were wonderful in their joy and painful in the parting. I stood and took her small hands in mine. “I have to be going now. Gotta catch my plane or I’ll have to stay the night.” The little grey-haired woman used my hands to pull herself up. I saw a wicked little gleam sparkle in her eyes. She pulled my hands around h...
Avan called me during the day on Friday, catching me between clients. I laughed when I answered the phone, joking that he must have ESP, knowing when to call me. He chuckled and I had to clamp my thighs together to keep the fluid my body generated from spilling out. How is it possible for any man to make a woman react this way? "Nerina?" When he said my na...
Author's Note: For those who might be jumping into Ch. 3 and hoping for a quickie, sorry. What you're looking for is in here, but you have to dig. This is a little unconventional for Lit, but it's what came out of my mind! I really want to thank those who've voted, commented and sent me feedback, and Asylumseeker for editing. Thanksgiving Kevin leaned on t...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons – either living or deceased – is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
"Was I this bad at drawing when I first started?" Parker mumbled to herself. She was hunched over her desk and hadn't noticed the sun going down behind the wall of windows to her right. She'd been grading the first batch of assignments of her teaching career and should have been celebrating, but introductory art was almost never any good; she herself hadn't...
Flo and I have been together for nine years, the last seven as husband and wife. Flo is a beautiful blonde, six feet tall and 135 pounds. She has been the love of my life since the instant I laid eyes on her in college. Neither of us had much sexual experience before we met but we learned how to give a great deal of pleasure to each other over the years. Th...
If you haven't read 'Rumspringa' you may want to read it first to better understand the sequel. A big 'Thank you' to 'Loving50' for editing this story for me. As mentioned in the first story, Rumspringa means "running around" in the Pennsylvania German dialect. It is the time, beginning at about age 16, when youth socialize with their friends on weekends. R...
Jordan sat in her small cubicle, packing away the last remnants of her belongings. The company she worked for had just been bought. They were downsizing and her position was no longer needed. "Hey Jordie." a voice said over her head as she was disconnecting some of the plugs to her personal equipment. "Hey Lance." she answered. She knew that voice withou...