For most girls my age chat sites can be a complete bore. They're usually full of guys (or occasionally pictures of girls that turn out to be avatars for guys) hanging around in the hope of swinging their dick at the camera and impressing a girl. They seem to have been conditioned by Internet sites (and, sadly, I have to include some of the writers contributi...
Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I'd be leaving the UK for Italy, at least for a few years, maybe longer. I'd accepted a three-year junior lecturer position at the Università di Roma, and if it led to an extension or even a tenured post then goodness knows when I'd next be back in England for anything but a flying visit. I should have been happy. I should ha...
The spotlights blaze, the music starts, I stride confidently onto the stage, and every man's eyes are instantly on me. I swing my hips and toss my dark hair to the throbbing, pounding sensual beat. Each step flicks my black leather skirt even higher up my bare legs, and watching men glimpse my black panties. The thin white cotton of my blouse shows them the...
This work is copyrighted to LuckOfTheDraw, 2010. No part of it may be reproduced or copied without the written permission of the author. ======== We were lying in bed late at night and cuddling. We did a lot of this those days. Not like earlier, when we were younger and fresher, when the cuddling came after the sex, not as a substitute. But we'd not stopp...
A/N This is the first story I have written in a long while. It's a short little flash fiction to just get the juices flowing. Hope you like it. ***** "But... I'm just not that kind of girl" "Oh come on Jenny loosen up its Halloween for fucks sake. What's the point of having a body like yours if you're not gonna show it off." Maybe Sarah had a point. Lo...
It was blistering hot. One of those walking on the surface of the sun sort of days. Within an hour of repairing a fence on the northern pasture, I was stripped down to my jeans and soaking in a pool of sweat. After driving in the final nail, I thankfully collected my tools and climbed into the cab of the pickup for the short drive back to the house. When I...
The plan was simple, be apart for a short period of time and the rewards of being in a place that they both dreamed to be would be realized. This story is a continuation of the love struck relationship between Gretta and Hans. Years ago they had a steamy, global love affair that ventured into the fantasy and intrigued of both the sex lives. They have since m...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Hello, there. My name is Alice Watkins. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous Irishwoman living in the city of Boston. I hail from the city of Galway in Ireland. My family sent me to America for my college education. We do fairly well for ourselves. My father owns Watkins Enterprises, a multi-million-dollar textile business. He's well...
Feather Maid "You wanna lap-dance?" she asked. I looked in her eyes, then turned away so I didn't exhale my smoke in her face. She was a white girl, about 5'9" and in her late twenties. "How much?" I asked. "Twenty." I looked her body over. She was an hour past voluptuous on her way to cellulite city. I love women and all their imperfections, but if yo...