I was more than a little surprised when I emerged from my shower late on a Sunday afternoon, freshly washed and shaved after a run, to find a small, reddish female floating in my bedroom. I could tell she was female because she was nude, and her hard, maroon-colored nipples pointed in my direction. "Er," I said, determined to face this apparition bravely, "h...
This is my second submission in the series. If you have further ideas or suggestions for further stories feel free. EVERYONE in this submission is OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. - RS ***** Miss Beatrice Bustee or "B" as her friends called her had come back from her vacation in Brazil so relaxed. B no longer saw herself as discarded by her husband but now a new and...
Charmaine had been faithful to her boyfriend for 9 months now, although it was more a case of avoiding temptation as opposed to resisting it. Things were a little better with Danny, although still not right. It was August, and she was in her home town, 2 hours from her boyfriend. She went out with her friend Carla to the bar, something she did the odd time...
Some might have called Lynn and Craig a mismatched couple. She was a few years older than him, the house was in her families name, and he was still finishing his graduate studies. They also didn't seem to share a lot of common interests. But amoung their circles of friends, they were considered about as happy and close as a couple could be, and had lived tog...
This story started when I was ten. No, nothing sexual started then. My family had just moved from a small town to the city. The move meant my mom had to start working to help pay the bills. So my parents arranged with our next-door neighbour to look after me after school. Mrs. Thompson was about my mom's age and a very warm and loving woman. She had three c...
What the hell was I thinking? Practically a naked woman lying in front of me asking me if I wanted a swim, and I tell her "I have to do some weeding". Stupid, stupid, stupid! Getting home that afternoon, I went immediately to my room. After stripping off my clothes, I flopped naked on the bed and took my cock in hand. Normally, I would have booted up the c...
I usually go for a run on Sunday mornings before breakfast. As I turned into our street, I met up with the neighbour's daughter, who was out for a morning stroll. She was wearing a tight one-piece leotard and a tiny miniskirt. The white leotard was stretched over her ample tits. Even in the half-light of the morning, I could see her nipples through the thin...
The last group of dancers had exited through the backdoor. The assistant director of City Ballet Company moved from office to office, reaching inside to turn off the light switch. Then he rounded the corner and moved up the creaky staircase, walking past cheaply framed posters promoting past performances. The red brick of the building still bore the faint b...
At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Fur...
Theresa had been dancing all day in the studio, her body exhausted, she lay poised on the ground stretching, following a piece she had practiced. She only wore a leotard and her ballet shoes, her hair caught up above her head in a hair tie, sweat dripping from her slender cheeks. Georgio waited in the doorway, watching her stretch, feeling a rising within...