Sitting in a side-street café, sipping cold tea, smiling as our eyes meet glancing from the door; you are coolly guessing that I'm bored and lonely, and I'm soon forgetting whom I'm waiting for. The teeming March rain washed against the windows of the little Italian café nestling in the backstreets behind Tower Hill tube station. As I restlessly stirred my...
It had been unseasonably hot all week. Everyone was miserable with the humidity. Now Bob's AC was on the fritz. Thank heavens the neighborhood theater was hosting a foreign film festival. It cost $15.00 to get in, but Bob could stay cool for the next 48 hours if he wanted. So what if he didn't understand the language and the subtitles made no sense. It was c...
Here is Chapter V, and once more, my appreciation to you for reading my tale. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental. If this is your first encounter, you'd be advised to read Chapters I - IV first. No BDSM in this chapter,...
Authors note: This little story is based on a series of true events. Of course I might have embellished things a tiny bit for artistic license. Names have been changed to protect the guilty parties, no one under eighteen, et cetera, et cetera. This is a follow up to I'M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING. So you might wanna read that first, or not. Be gentle in...
I hesitated but still obeyed without argument. I knew that I couldn't resist. I wanted it so bad, overwhelmed by both lust and curiosity. I reached up and opened my tongue, gently licking the veiny base of Sylvie's cock. I smelt a little bit of crotch odour, but the hot water seemed to be washing it away. It wasn't until I tasted her foreskin that the salty...
"Look at all the stars," I think to myself. I was stretched out, head back, in a bubbling hot tub in the darkened private courtyard. My boyfriend and I had decided on a whim to escape winter for a week in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We'd spent the day walking around town (over 20,000 steps according to the FitBit) and I was tired. The hot tub was working miracl...
Detroit Summer 1995 I walked silently down the darkened Detroit street, it was late at night and no one was outside. If a policeman were to stop me, my explanation for being there would make no sense. A few days before I found a wallet on the street, I assumed it was a set up, so after a glance at the driver's licence I went to the house and dropped it in...
Writer's note: Andynes - like Arin - are a bird-winged people from my GB and CC stories, and Tawny is a genetically-engineered human (and also a futa). This concludes my customary glossary of silly terms. :) * Arin tipped the last of the glass into her mouth and grimaced. She hadn't properly stirred the dagger root infusion when she'd diluted the current...
My name is Ines. Let me introduce myself a little bit first. I'm a typical French girl, mid thirty, living in Paris with my current friend Raphael. My build is on the slim side with pert little tits high on my chest, giving me still a fairly youthful allure. My raven black straight hair is on the short side, as is my pubic hair. I keep it shaved, maintaining...
Note- This is a fictitious erotic story and is not intended to be taken as a factual depiction of those persons mentioned. xxx October 12, 2018 x I suppose it was just after the royal wedding of Princess Eugenie, coupled with my acquiring my new Apple iPad Pro that I decided to keep a personal journal of my most intimate adventures. Liv Tyler is the one...