Belle Dingle was completely spent. The last hour of lovemaking had been the most incredible of her young life. She had lost count of the orgasms she had experienced and her whole body was in a state of complete and utter satisfaction. As her head sank back into the pillow, her hand caressed her naked breast, the nipple still a little sore from the nibbles t...
Emma is a marketing manager at my office. She is blonde, six feet tall with long limbs which makes her incredibly elegant and very graceful. Always dressed in fine fashionable clothes, she literally glides across the floor when she walks. A real life Disney Princess. It's also her kind nature, her warm and friendly personality that makes Emma so damn lovely....
Somewhere off the Baja Coast or the tale of Jody Stark and Dee Halleywell It was no doubt the largest floating structure I had ever seen towering over the smaller boats tied to their piers. The SS America Gem was said to displace 100,000 tons. It spanned 1200 feet, and rose 200 feet from water line to mast head. It held 1200 passengers inside it's 600 doub...
Passion In James County XIX: Family Affairs Chapter twenty-eight Dianna walked around in a daze most of the day, going from class to class, going through the motions, but really out of touch. Matt commented on how out of it she seemed it at lunchtime. "You OK, Dianna?" he asked. "You seem, I don't know, kinda far away." "It...it's just this has been a pr...
Vanessa Woodfield had always felt attracted to women. From the head girl at her school, on whom she had a real schoolgirl crush, to a few drunken kisses at university and a very brief affair, that never went beyond kissing, with her partner in the Emmerdale veterinary practice, Rhona Goshkirk. She liked men too, and had a son, Johnny as a result of a very st...
If you've read the previous parts you'll know you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action You'll also know that I'm writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit...
Life in the burning sands of metropolitan Dammam, Saudi Arabia, is complicated, especially for a queer Muslim woman. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a forbidden place according to the Westerners I meet from time to time. I was born and raised there, so it’s essentially all I’ve ever known. Still, even with all the restrictions that are imposed upon Saudi Arab...
(Definitely not a stroke story. No actual sex in this story, just a lot of thinking about it.) John lifted the cell phone laying on the computer desk and looked at it. He had already programmed the number in and his finger hovered over the "send" button. With a defeated sigh he laid the phone back down. Again. How many times had he done this, he wondered....
It had been a hectic 24 hours. After not having seen her in eleven, long years of hoping I'd meet her again, I bumped into my ex-Stepmom, Carol, on Christmas Eve. She invited me home and once I started talking about how I used to voyeur her, apologizing to her, she admitted that she had been purposely flashing me her panties and bra. I couldn't believe it. I...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way. My name is Minerva Ramirez, and I'm a young woman of Mexican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am the mother of two biracial sons, Elijah and Matthew, and recently got divorced from their Jamaican father, Jefferson Keen. Long story short, folks? I couldn't stand to share my bed with a man who cheated on me. Ch...