The sun was hot on Mellissa's face. Lunchtime could be so boring, just a break that had to be taken but at least she had managed to wait long enough that the day was almost over. Watching the people in the street was fascinating. She liked to imagine the places they had been, the different lives they led, painting pictures in her day dreams that lifted her d...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beyonce was just about back to feeling like her normal self, helped by the fact that she was back in an exclusive party for the rich and famous and surrounded by beautiful white...
The doctor lifter her left leg up toward her chest and fitted her swollen ankle into the stirrup, then he walked to the other side of the maternity bed and manouvred her right leg with a shove into its stirrup so that she sat only slightly reclined from the upright position, her pregnant belly protruding to touch the insides of her thick, muscular thighs, an...
I had just finished a shitty day of work and was driving home. Usually when I am driving home after a poor day at work I tend to relax by driving very aggressively down the deserted country roads on the way home. After a good hard drive home I am usually relaxed by the time I walk in the door. Today was no exception. I parked my car in the driveway and heade...
Roberta 'Bobbie' Swann was intrigued at the invitation she got on her Facebook page. It was to a 'reunion' party for all of her public school classmates, hosted in a house shared by four young college men her age: Brad Peck, Rod Gibb, Dirk Dengler, and Peter Schiff. Though none of them had seen each other since grade eight, she remembered all four of those...
The changing rooms are new, it’s a while since I’ve been to this leisure complex and I’m well impressed. They’re unisex, just rows of cubicles next to rows of lockers. Once I’m changed and in my cozzie I stash my bag in a locker and turn the key, looking round, and as I do so the cubicle door next to me opens and I look at you and smile. I walk to the sho...
She was a bit upset. Well, maybe more bored than upset, but at the very least somewhat miffed. They'd spoken at length about her needs. Sometimes it even felt boring, how much it had come up, all the talk, all the resolutions and yet here they were again. It was another Sunday morning, and she could feel him pushing up against her. She could feel the soft pa...
To all prospective readers - please bear with me, as this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. This started out as a chapter or two idea, and has blossomed into something much larger than initially planned and is now well over ten; I plan to post them all eventually. The story covers a broad gamut of subjects, including hotwifing, crossdressing, chastity,...
Susan considered the young man's proposal. She had no intention of accepting, but, her already purring libido snarled like a big cat. His offer had shocked her; his audacity had been breathtaking, especially considering his youth; Susan could feel the pulse of interest between her thighs. However adventurous she believed herself to be, her suburban chains he...
Copyright 1999 Del Edwards (a nom de plume) He loved to watch her muscular thighs move with an easy rhythm as she almost danced down the trail toward him. He was used to seeing her in athletic shoes, shorts and a tank top or blouse with a bra under it. More than a few times he had stopped, turned and watched her move smoothly up the mountain trail, waiting...