I was nervous in the car as he drove to the club. Steven picked out my clothes – a very sheer yellow tank top with a short denim skirt. My hair, long, dark red, and curly, is framing my heavily made up face. He told me to put a 'sluttish' look to my face and smiled at the result. His fingers stroked my thighs the entire ride there and he talked about the fun...
Was It Real Or Was It A Dream? What had been a large eight-hour candle only a week ago sputtered crackling in it death throes. Misty and Geoff had picked out that candle and several others the last time he was home matching the colors perfectly to the bathroom's deep green and pretty pink décor. It was a passion for both them that everything in their home...
The bulk of the actual tale is from the original Grimm brothers tale. I've played with it, added things in, tweaked and cut off the old ending. I hope you enjoy it. There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses. One cold morning th...
We're off to the beach, Greta, do you want to come? It was a hot Saturday morning and it was a provocation. We were on summer holidays from Uni. I shared a house a couple of blocks away from the sand with Gary and Tim and we were looking for a matching number of girls to spread their towels with ours. Sandy and Dina had texted back yes. They would hang out...
I had just gotten out of the shower, blow-dried my hair and was lying on the bed lightly running a finger between my moistening pussy lips when the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration. I wanted so bad to touch my pussy and cum. As usual, after trying to entice my husband the night before, I went to bed without a cock. For some months now, Jim hadn't touc...
Warning: Those who don't like bittersweet romance, short stories or Asians, please leave now. Still here? Well, I hope you enjoy this one! It's short but I wouldn't want to change a damn thing about it. Lillian. 1700s, China. Lee dropped his armor onto the bed, uncaring to the damage that the spikes could do to the feather-ticked mattress. His muscles w...
Hi all, izenrann here again. Trying out something a little new, a little old in this chapter... exhibitionism! But I don't want to spoil too much. Enjoy the ride! ****** It was another bright and sunny morning at Brighton Farms (did they even have mornings which weren't bright and sunny) and Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow, was off to get her weekly sche...
It was one of those late nights when Karan was into his drinks and his music. He had been drinking long and hard and they had just sat there and listened to music and to each other. The disc ended and Sunita got up to change the disc when he called her to him. "Hug me!" he said. She moved close to his large armchair and leaned over him. As she did that the...
The club was in the city, about a half hour from His house. We listened to metal rock on the ride, loud, so that the bass was working on me. He kept his hand on my leg, just above the stockings on the bare skin just below the reach of the shorts, for most of the ride. We smoked a joint on the way, and by the time we reached the parking lot, I was feeling sof...
It was the middle of September when Lauren Blanco's plane touched down in her hometown. She had been gone for 3 years, but to her it felt like just an instant. She looked out onto the tarmac of the familiar Midway International Airport in Chicago, sighed heavily, and thought to herself, "This is it. You're home. No chance to run now." She smiled politely as...