I had known Lee for years; we were born in the same hospital and grew up in the same area never more than a few streets away from each other. Ever since we had turned into young adults we had talked about going away on holiday together, but we had never quite managed it. There was always something stopping us and getting in the way, either it was our jobs or...
The Break-Up -- Part #2 "The Next Day" I have been encouraged to continue the story. Here is part two and there is at least one more to follow. This story is mostly narrative, not much sex -- sorry -- but I need the narrative to set up the third part and I wanted to make "Abigail" deeper and more mutil-dimensional, and hopefully more interesting and sympath...
I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can understand why. Walking in, there was a single desk, a very attra...
The readers may ready my earlier submissions titled Arti Bhabi: My First Pussy, Arti Bhabi My Teacher & Adventure With Arti Bhabi Continues for better understanding of the story. I was madly in love with Arti Bhabi and she was even madder for me. We both left no opportunity to meet and enjoy intense lovemaking. One fine morning, I met her in stair case, she...
Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. . Al...
5. The hardest part about starting a new relationship is learning how to fart silently again. Okay, maybe it's not THE toughest thing, but it's a tough one; when you've spent years' staying on your own, in the cheapest hotels, having to think about things like that comes as a shock to the system. Then, add the fact that you're not entirely sure what kind o...
Here is my final submission of Operation: Final Fantasy. Edited by Wolf Vixen, with much thanks. And again, thanks to HLD for inspiration through his masterpiece "Impersonating Brianne". Also thanks to Sidney43; because of his insightful comments left in earlier chapters, I actually changed quite a bit of this chapter in an attempt to capture the characters...
A narrow ray of light wrestled its way through the closed curtains sending a band of bright warmth up the bedframe and across the rumpled sheets of the king-sized mattress. Camille sensed the warming, comforting glimmer on her right cheek as her head lay atop an oversized, feathery down pillow. She fought off the genial ray's calling despite it interrupting...
"It's like a bad joke, a dwarf lord and a fat noble are tied to a gnome girl..." "Har har, Garthur." Vick's rejoinder was punctuated by the impact of a steel gauntlet against a mailed shoulder. "My Lords, just because they can't see us doesn't mean they can't hear us," Farangalia's voice piped up, high and shrill. "Are you sure we have to be tied together...
I first met Vanessa Amstel when we were going through sorority rush together the second semester of our freshman year in college. Since I'm Alisha Allison, we were next to each other alphabetically all during the ordeal. I guess that we became best friends by bonding during rush and because opposites attract; and opposites we were. Vanessa is a jock. She wa...