Hi Everyone, It has been such a long time. Too long really. It has been 9 months since my last chapter post. Whilst I never intended there to be such a time lapse in posting, so much has happened in my life; my engagement, my first niece (my first time being an aunty), buying our first home and my dog having to be put to sleep are some of the notable events...
Chapter 9: Friends in Low Places In the back of the Bronze, unnoticed, sat a young man with bright green eyes. He kept reaching up to his neck as if searching for something that wasn't there. His eyes were narrowed and focused, as most of the male and some of the female eyes were, on a particular redhead in leather. Most Sunnydale inhabitants were so used t...
**This is my first story, I hope it is entertaining to all of you as it was for me to write. I will write more if all goes well!** * It was another lonely night at my apartment, it was snowing with a mix of freezing rain outside. I had been sitting around watching a movie on TV and checking my mail on the computer, was too late at night to expect anyone to...
I ran my fingers through the blades of grass soaking up the early spring sun in Henry's garden. My eyes fluttered, slightly flinching as birds flew above me. I stood up straight pulling my dress up around my thighs to step into the creek to soothe the heat from my pores. The cold water rinsed upwards to my knees, I shivered but lingered in it. I was used to...
When I was a student I used to visit my bf Steve in the dorms where he lived with his roommate Joshua. Steve always told me how he loves every part of my tender body, my tight waists, full breasts and deep armpits - the perfect figure, in his words. But most of all, he loved to touch my sensitive skin. My jumpy body was tuned to his slightest touch. He use...
Based on factual events. *** ''You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you.'' That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it would be virtually impossible not to. At first, I was hopeful. But then,...
Betty lay in the warm water, eyes closed, working her pussy to the sounds of Beethoven's Symphony No. 6 (the Pastoral, her favorite after "The Faun" ). Her fingers slid in and out, tickling her clit, bringing her to climax. Her juices mingled with the scented water. The scent of perfumed soap filled the room and blended with the aromas from the garden. Bet...
This is the first in a series of stories I have been working on. Dick and Ayva are fictional characters, and if there is any resemblance to anyone in real life is... well let's just say my husband does not read Literotica. At least I hope he doesn't. Ayva is a closet pervert. Dick is a oppositional defiant little monster trapped in a man's body. Lucky one o...
MISTRESS PERPETUA Fleming rubbed her bald clit miserably. Perpetua had invited Enrique to join them at Fleming's house for dinner, and then she'd ordered Fleming to strip and masturbate. Fleming had demurred at first. But, Perpetua had become enraged and beaten on Flemings huge, sagging breasts with her little fists, and yanked out a little bit of Flemin...
Tori applied one last coat of bright red lipstick to her lips before stepping out of her parked car and crunching up the gravel pathway towards the imposing stone porch of the old school house. Her 6 inch platform heels sunk slightly with each step, and the gentle breeze sent a shiver round her toned thighs, which were barely covered by the short micro bodyc...