'Oh shush, you're so vanilla.' her friend said. It didn't help that the statement was true, she was rather vanilla. Her portfolio of two boyfriends didn't entitle her to boast sexual worldliness, and her claim to it was lessened somewhat by the fact that they had both been more vanilla than she was. 'I am not! Thank you very much.' she said in what she ho...
Dear Katherine, You don't love me, no doubt, but I always loved you and will never stop loving you. From the first day that I met you, the image of you stayed with me in my head. No matter where I was, you were always there with me, guiding me, helping me, advising me, and telling me what to do. After meeting you for the first time, knowing someone like you...
This is a departure from stories I usually write. There is no dialogue giving you, my readers', freedom to supply your own insights into their dialogue. The players are unnamed, there is no hint of where this story may have occurred, and no back story until a final sentence or two at the end. ***** My labia separated as his cock head pressed into me. My hy...
Looking back, we both must have known it was over. But at the time I doubt even she would have admitted it. Amanda was angry at me though, that much was obvious. She told me not to get too drunk, because I had to drive home, so of course I wait straight to the bar and made myself a strong vodka tonic. The first of five in a not very long evening. It was...
Chapter Four: Femme Escate It had been months since the scoundrel, Guillme, had deposited her with the Beauchamp peasants that now kept her as a slave. There was no respect for her station, no wisp of even thought for it, or the fact that she was even human. They treated her like an unwanted animal, but watched her closely to make sure she didn't run. The o...
Marzia Price wasn't a vain woman by any means, but every time she walked by a mirror, she couldn't help look at her reflection. She loved the reflection that stared back at her, a curvy, large-breasted, tanned ash-blonde who could turn heads whenever she walked into a room. Her lips were soft, pouty and kissable. Her ass had a provocative sway when she walke...
This is one of those second person point-of-view vignettes that many writers claim can't be done well. To top THAT off, it's in the present tense. Strike two, you groan! Go ahead, roll your eyes—but read it anyway. You just might enjoy it. If you don't tell, no one will ever know. *wink* ~ ~ ~ So, this business trip you're on—dull, isn't it? The days are l...
"Could you two p-u-l-eeez settle down? Look and see what you've made me do." Gude giggled and Yeval snorted as they viewed the sphere hovering in front of Alnor, one ring circling its middle, but the second, larger one, askew, its spin causing the sphere to wobble. Alnor was rubbing an elbow that had been jostled as the two imps were chasing each other abou...
It started off innocently enough. My wife and I had visited friends for brunch. However the engagement turned out to be much longer than either of us had expected. The casual conversation ended up turning to business and almost instantly both my wife and I became board and distant. I know my friends noticed that I was clockwatching- but I really couldn’t h...
When we arrived at my place, I knew that I wanted to fuck Chelsea right off the bat, just as I could tell that Nicky wanted another go at Monica. It didn't take long, in fact, for me to bring out the beer and help those two relax a little more to prepare for the act. I could see how hot and heavy Nicky made Monica, not that I could blame either of them. In r...