NOTE: This story takes place roughly eight months after my first story "Bella's Subway Ride". The subway story is not necessarily a prerequisite, but you'll enjoy this more if you read the subway story first. ***** "Horse-back riii-ding!" Susan hummed in a sing-song voice, as she and her friends entered the stables. Susan had relatives at a ranch, who...
Jenni spent ten minutes standing on the footpath looking into the display of meat in the butcher's shop. One of the two remaining butchers came to behind the display and pointed to his watch, indicating that the shop was about to close. It puzzled Jenni why she spent most of the day making snap decision yet that technique failed her when it came to choosin...
My husband Dan and I spent a two-week holiday in the south of France in September last year. We stayed in the nudist section of Cap d'Agde. It's like a town where everyone's naked and it attracts swingers from all over Europe. Before we went there we'd read a bit about the place and I expected the lifestyle to be wild, but not as wild and uninhibited as it t...
NINJAS AND NIGHTS OUT The way of Shinobi demands the eye of the eagle, the stealth of the mongoose, the swiftness of the cheetah and the patience of the horse. Standing there in my black hooded keikogi and facemask, with my felt shoes and my crossed katana on my back, I was all of those things; as well as a little pissed off. Assuming an air of profound o...
One thing that did get Tanya on Mary's good side was Tanya's art work. Mary, being an art teacher, admired Tanya's natural talent for capturing spontaneous events in pen and ink- -or, more properly, in felt-tip pen. Tanya was dazzling with her swift sketching of subjects, static or in action. She showed Mary some of her fashion drawings and Mary was impresse...
Deb couldn't wait for her girlfriend Jessica to arrive at her place after work on Monday for a drink. She had a story for Jessica and was itching to tell it, knowing how Jessica would freak hearing all about what happened to Deb that weekend. "So what is it you're dyin' to tell me about, Deb?" Jessica asked, settling down with a beer. "Wait'll you hear, yo...
It was a not unwelcome surprise to hear Abigail call my name on a Paris street. The last time had been almost eight years earlier, when she'd given my cock a last squeeze in my doorway before she drove back to her parents' house and then had returned to college. I remembered that scene well. She brushed her hair, bending slightly to the right to pull the co...
Twelfth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Latina and Frank's son, Bobby, is at that awkward age (11), when he was still accepts the little-boy's belief that girls are yucky, but he is also starting to notice girls in a more mature manner. He will watch and rerun over-and-over again, videos of the Spice Girls in their sluttiest costumes, yet...
I'm so sorry I posted the wrong version this one has some more to it. I was in desperate need of a vacation that's for sure! If you don't want to read the whole story again the part that was missing is right before then end. I deeply apologize, if it makes you feel any better I figured this out at 6am and it made me jump out of bed. Much love and appreciatio...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. Edited 8 November 2019 All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Chapter 7 "So, how else can we prepare for those...