Jodie was eighteen and was a regular member at the dojo. She was quite good at Judo, well able to hold her own in a bout. She was a fit and healthy girl, intelligent and quite good looking. She would never be called a supermodel, but she was the sort of girl next door that the boys all wanted to date. She was not a virgin, after a certain incident at the g...
She could feel the bass pounding, reverberating throughout her body. She was glad she'd come, even though her snake of a boyfriend had only gotten the tickets because he knew she loved Hurt. "Probably trying to make up for a guilty conscience" she snorted to herself. Smoothing her silky skirt over her hips, she moved with the beat of the music. Glancing over...
Stepping out of abs class, I lowered the towel from my forehead after wiping away the sweat and walked past the cardio section. My plan to head directly to the weights room was waylaid by a glimpse of a striking young woman seated alone in the gym lobby. I recognised her from Instagram. "Lisa," I remembered. Surreptitiously altering course, I walked towards...
Each summer, our neighborhood has a party. There is usually one block of a street blocked off where the group places picnic tables and some of the neighborhood people organize games for the kids. I like walking around and checking out the guys and sometimes do a little teasing. My husband, Gene is not happy about this but I'm not so obvious about it that he...
Feedback is welcome through the link below. Right after the shower incident I raced back to work and was a complete waste of space for the rest of the day as my mind was reliving what had happened. Part of me was pissed with myself for not having stroked for Sanne the rest of me was unsure what to do next. That night Sanne asked if Dee and I would like to...
Many thanks to my editor, theMasterBaiter, for their keen eye and insightful feedback. ***** Chapter 1 "Italy?" Mi had burst through the door, dropped his bag on one of the kitchen chairs, and was now holding up two printed train tickets, his eyes twinkling. Boyish impulsiveness wasn't the first thing you would expect from someone whose face reverted...
(This is a fantasy story, and I've adopted some medieval kind of things, as well as a few modern ones. Just remember to not shoehorn them into a particular era and you'll be fine. It's placed in somewhere like England, it's a monarchy, and it's sexist, but not racist. Oh and, I do a lot of describing clothes and hair, but bear with me alright) * I've decid...
It was late on a Sunday night, actually, It is late on a Sunday night. And I was talking to my friend, Becky about the end of our senior year and what we might do after college or during for money. we got to talking about how I might make a good Erotic story writer, and I offered to tell her one for a dollar... anyway, here's the conversation. StarBrite925...
The drive to the club took about twenty minutes, but to Angel it passed in seconds. Master had brought her before, but it had been just to observe. She had been afraid even then; the submissive on display that night had misbehaved and earned punishment- which her Master had made a spectacle of for the entire club. She remembered quite well the tears and plea...
FRIENDS: Deleted Scenes - Monica's New Vibrator/Getting Over Ethan - Part 2 (Continued from Part 1) Monica and Rachel switched places, and Monica knelt between her legs. She leaned in and sucked on Rachel's earlobe before whispering, "Remember what Chandler did to you?" She got a shaky "Yeah?" in return. Without a word, Monica crouched down and began ki...