Author's Note: This story is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it (this means you). I chose to submit this whole story at once, since my only complaints to some of the better stories, is that I have to wait for the next chapter(s). The sex is at the end if you don't like the plot. This story has been re-submitted for m...
Part 1 The Journey. I sat in the back seat of the car, my legs stretched in front of me and crossed at the ankles, the short skirt I wore barley covered my panties, and I could feel the cool leather of the seat press against my legs. I smiled at the reflection of the drivers hungry eyes in the rear view mirror, longing, lust, and power, mixed together in...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 60). This story...
Part three: The lessons begin The next morning, Jim pedaled his mountain bike along the neighborhood streets to Dr. Winderly's home. It was in a part of town that was just now becoming hip again. She bought the house four years ago when she landed the job at the university. A bequest from her grandmother made the down payment possible. Now the neighborhood...
"Bonsoir, m'sieur--good evening, sir," Madame Josephine says as you enter her home on La Rue de la Grande Chaumiere. "Welcome to Paris." You thank her as you give her your credentials along with a substantial amount of money to pay for your stay in her home. During the time she's looking at your papers, you take the opportunity to have a look round. Yo...
I kind of knew Sally from some committees we were on together at the school, the Academic Excellence Committee and the Teacher Appreciation Committee. I won't bore you with details, these were just about what they sound like. Six or eight parents would meet in the library at the school every few weeks and plan award ceremonies and special things. I was being...
I took the job as a maid at the golf resort because, one, I figured I'd be left alone a lot of the time while I cleaned, and two, because what else was I going to do after high school? Work a bar, work a cash register at the feed store, either one I'd have to deal with assholes who poked fun at me for being a fat girl. I didn't consider myself fat, just stur...
Slow Hand & a Woman's Touch, Ch. 01 Lauren and Jack have sex. As if they were teenagers sitting in a parked car, Jack kissed Lauren with as much sexual passion while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her clothes as he did the first time he kissed her. His favorite, sexual thing to do, he confessed that kissing her while feeling her thro...
Clay Forester sat in the waiting room twitching his left leg nervously. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he and his wife, Liz, had made a big mistake in coming here. "Relax!" Liz said, placing her hand on his. "It's going to be okay. Remember what Helen and Barry told us!" The Bixbys! This was all their fault, he thought. On...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I'm glad that so many of you are enjoying Raquel's stories. As I mentioned in my profile, I have written and rewritten these fantasies over and over in my head for years. A few of you may not like where Raquel's been or where she may be going in the future, but i hope you can stil...