As happens at some point in time to almost all good authors, Roz was experiencing "writer's block." She had published a number of erotic tales in years past, ranging from poems, to short stories, to three novels. However, the last year she was having real difficulty improvising the type of genitals-stimulating sagas that had made her famous. Well, at least m...
Kimberly Landford buzzed through the suburban streets with the wind blowing her curly, reddish-brown hair in all directions. The care-free girl had taken her last test the day before at Tyler College, and was looking forward to a relaxing summer. Gone were the worries of research papers and final exams. Her radio blared, and she bopped to the rhythm in "MTV...
The bed in Beverly's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Les, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Les's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderful aroma. His erect penis rested in the crack of her ass. Be...
Kara moaned quietly. Finally, she was having some reaction. We had been going for nearly an hour now, and I was worried that she just wasn't feeling it. Sitting on top of me as I thrust into her, she shivered as the orgasm washed over her body. I looked over her as I watched her large breasts swing with the motion. Her D-cups were pale and now covered in goo...
Please note that this is a work of pure fiction. In view of the fact Audrey Hepburn remains to be one of our most respected icons, I want it to be known that I wrote this in such a manner to be respectful of her and her memory. This is not intended to be disrespectful in any way. Again, this is pure fiction, this never happened. ************ Things never...
Tonight is the first time in three months that I have attended the monthly Saturday night mixer that has been a tradition in Portland for almost ten years. The initial group of about fifty people from fraternity affiliations, support of the football team and college groups of all kinds formed right after graduation from the University of Oregon. Over time we...
The idea of exhibitionism occurred to me when I was breast-feeding my baby. My little girl Sarah needed milk every three hours, and if I was to have a life I had to feed her from time to time in public. It's not a big thing. Women often feed their babies in public these days. We have clothes and special bras that let us do it discretely, and sometimes we j...
A/N - My dear readers! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and this story for so long. I sincerely apologise for the wait between this chapter and the previous one; I really have been writing whenever I am able. I doubt any single chapter would be worth a whole year of waiting, but as with everything I write I have poured my soul into Part 8 and I sinc...
"Emmy, do you really have to wear your hair like that every day?" her mother pleaded. Emelie rolled her eyes and picked at her breakfast, some kind of scramble of egg whites, tomatoes, tofu, and spinach that was hardly enough to fill a quarter of her plate. Her mother was very strict about what she allowed their cook to prepare for meals, always eager to t...
Well, this is it. The last chapter of Lost Girl. I would like to thank everyone for their interest and in case you're wondering, there will be a sequel to come in the near future, which will focus on their college years. I hope you've enjoyed the story, and thanks for supporting Lost Girl! ***** The night had grown late, and along with it was a drowsiness...