Note- Not a true story but an invention of my own, any resemblance to real persons purely coincidental. ***** The Sybian of course was designed as a masturbation device for the stimulation and pleasure of women. The inventor realised that the woman in a superior seated upright position was the best for her orgasm. The barrel shaped saddle seat contains an...
The texture of the lace on her bodice aroused him as he dragged his finger across her rising white décolletage, trailing up to her chandelier pearl earrings and around the curve of her little ear. She shivered. "Sir, its dark here, I wish to return to the party", she said, out of nervousness as much as the night around them. He smiled at her slipping his arm...
WARNING TO READERS: This fic includes wild amounts of hyper dickgirl action, complete with insane levels of dirty talk. I suggest you take this as word of caution before reading. If it's too much, then don't say I didn't warn you. ***** "So, what are we doing here again?" Pam asked. Pam, Stacy and Hilary were all sitting on Stacey's living room couch donn...
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I can't quite remember the year - probably either '59 or '60. I had been a struggling journalist for years in Hollywood - I had a few good breaks, but I was still virtually a nobody. I hung around bars on the Sunset Strip, hoping to catch some big star in the middle of something seedy, take their picture, and get a big story on them. It was just such a night...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...
I winced as I stepped into the shower, twinges throughout in my body reminding me again of what had transpired barely an hour past. The hot water slid over my skin, sending chills racing up my spine as my knees continued to shake slightly. I moaned gutturally as my aching cock bounced in time with my still racing heart. The shower curtain hissed open then cl...
F.X. Copeland came to the Deliosse's front door, lugging the massive box, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Santiva Deliosse answered. "Oh, good, Cope, you're here. That's the Zero-Wave?" Cope nodded. "Yep, Miz Deliosse. Works like a microwave, but in reverse. It's an innerustin' invention of mine." Cope lugged the box into the house. It was a big b...
I remember the great start to that morning, ATM card didn't work. I should have gotten my own checking account by then, but I hadn't had any problems really. See, I met Jenifer when I first moved here, six months ago, and she allowed me to move in with her as a Bunkie. One thing led to another and we became close and started dating. We were like best friends...
Dr. Linda Murray rolled her head, trying to work the kinks from her neck. She had three more admissions to do, and she was tired. Heading for the second floor unit, she walked by the wall of pigeonholes for interoffice mail. Her inbox looked empty, but she felt the need to recheck it. Reaching deep with her hand, her fingertips brushed something back out of...