Kirsty had been given an 'Intimacy 101' lesson by her friend Melissa's Mum...one that few other young girls would ever receive (see 'Preparing Melissa')...But now she was back, seeking more specific information about how she might lose her virginity. 'Hi Mrs. J,' the voice said on the other end of the phone. 'It's Kirsty. I'm off to uni, as you know, in a c...
As she walked back into the lounge, after her shower, Kirsty saw his pad on the table and could not help herself from taking another sneaky look. She looked at how he had drawn her, and was amazed at how anyone could craft a likeness from graphite and paper, with such perfection. Even she had to admit that she looked good in the composition and that despite...
Kirsty's (point of view): You and I and 4 of our friends have arrived at the cabin house today, the first day of a weekend getaway orchestrated by very dear friends. All six of us spent the evening in the hot tub and lounge area, talking and drinking lightly. You just met me tonight, and already you know that a one night stand with me isn't going to happen....
Two new pretty things for Mistresses. Expensive red shoes & a slavegirl I finished off my makeup in the mirror, by applying a final touch of lip gloss & just the tiniest extra hint of mascara to the tips my lashes. I had spent over 2 hours in the process, in the bath & waxing my body all over & especially intimately. Painting my toenails & primping myself....
Kirsty stared out over the relatively smooth waters of the North Sea. Even though it was after ten, the sun had still not fully set this far north. Was it prophetic somehow? When she had left all those months ago, it had been dark almost all day and night. Now at the height of summer it was just the opposite. Almost constant sunlight. It certainly felt lik...
The next morning I made a cup of tea with the kettle and things that had been left in the room. Lyn was asleep still. I showered and sat in an armchair across from her reading an old magazine I'd found by the bed. She stirred and sat up. 'There's a cup of tea there, not long made.' 'Thanks,' she said. 'Come over here..' I sat on the edge of the bed beside...
Melissa was 18, approaching the end of high school. For the next four or five years she would be away at University – with a much larger selection of boys to tempt her and, presumably, excite her still-developing female juices. Melisa loved sport and was superbly fit. And she had been gifted with the body of a goddess – a nicely rounded face, wide sparkling...
The explanation / justification for my having the nerve to write a sequel to 'Roomers' is summarized at the beginning of Ch. 01. I hope I've slipped in enough back-story so that you don't have to have read the first series to enjoy this follow-up. On the other hand, if you're a 'Roomers' virgin, it would certainly help to scroll through it quickly. Two poi...
It wasn't often the two of us were alone these days, with kids around most of the time. As the children were growing older they were staying up later and we had less and less time to ourselves. So we were grateful that we could drop the kids with some friends for the weekend and head off together to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I was never good at keep...
This story will be more meaningful if you first read 'Taken...on a 7 Days, 8 Lays Cruise,' then 'Taken...& Pleasured at Nudist Resort,' and then "Taken...To Buy a F***ing Machine.' And I dedicate this series to all the awesome Claires, Kirstys, Tegans, Jennys and Paiges out there who happily drop their knickers, embrace their sexuality, are continually disc...