"You're Sandra, the model?" I asked. She nodded timidly. I was a little surprised. She had said on the phone that she had model experience, but she didn't look like a model. She was very slim, small arse and small breasts, not at all like a model. To you it may sound as if she looked exactly like a model, but I'm an artist and artist models have curves. The...
My girlfriend had landed a bit part in our local community theater, and said she'd be in rehearsals for the next several weeks, then they'd have performances over a few weekends. She got me a ticket for the final performance so I could be with her at the cast party. She told me nothing about the play, except that it would be made up of comedy farces each ab...
It was 1:38 am when the call light came on at the nurses' station on 3 West. Glancing up from her charts, Susan recognized the call, Room 369. A private room at the end of the hallway, shielded from the usual hospital noise and commotion by the janitors closet and the laundry room between it and Room 367. Its current occupant was a 26 year old man who had br...
It's two o'clock in the morning and I sit beside my wife's bed in the hospital holding her hand. The gentle rhythmic beep of the heart monitor is the only indication that she is alive as she lies there in an induced coma. She was in a terrible automobile accident yesterday and the doctors don't know if she will live or die. A nurse came in to check on her...
Mary still had her arms around Alisha's neck after she had kissed her and looked at her cum smeared across her friend's face. She leaned forward and licked Alisha's lips, "Ummmm, I don't know what tastes better, my cum or your lips." Roger and Steve both laughed simultaneously and then Alisha. I was sporting a huge grin and started to stroke Alisha's nipple...
It is dark. The neon light at the end of the alley blinks, it’s reflection in the dirty puddles dotting the alley. Natasha sinks deeper into the shadows and a chill runs up her bare legs as the wind blows a filthy scrap of paper past her, deep in the shadows of the doorway. She pushes the raincoat down as it rises in the wind, exposing the pubic hair beneat...
Author's Note: A tip of the hat to member funnyalix for suggesting in a chat one night that I should "write from the heart." I decided to take her suggestion literally. So here we go... Leenysman ~~~~~ Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18. ~~~~~ I don't remember the crash. Maybe that'...
Sena was between movies. Sierra was between semesters. They had talked repeatedly about a road trip, just the two of them. Why not now? "Okay," Sierra said. "Oregon or Montana?" For the first time in awhile, Sena reminded Sierra that she loved filming Big Texan, in southwest Texas. Trust me, that part of Texas is beautiful, like southern Colorado, Sena exp...
Oakley Samson strolled down to the water, the sound of the surf filling her ears. There was a little swell, but not enough for body surfing, she decided. She walked back to her beach umbrella and rummaged around in her bag. She pulled out a snorkel mask and some fins. She carried them over to the lagoon side and put them on. Easing into the cool water, she p...
To my loyal readers: Several of you have asked me to do a story about the young couple whom I have mentioned in passing in more than one story. There are certain elements of this story that are absolutely true, and others that are the result of reasonable guesses on my part. In any case, I hope you enjoy! --- She heard the pop of her ankle a scant second...