Louise stretches out in her double bed. She so enjoys lazy Sundays. She puts on her dressing gown and heads downstairs. But Sam's nowhere to be seen. So she puts the kettle on, reminiscing about Sam's hard cock filling her earlier that morning. Her mind wanders as the pressure in her pussy slowly builds. Her hands slide down to her breasts, caressing them so...
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Louise had cooked a delicious meal for her tenants. Attendance had not been mandatory, but all of them had come anyway. Overall, they were a very happy bunch. Louise was indeed thankful for the way things had turned out. Jeremy and Bonnie were present, as were Mark and Danny. Mark and Danny came with their girlfriends,...
To Margaret Jenkins – With Appreciation and Affection As the end of her first year operating her independent clinic neared its close, Louise Bellman was able to feel quite proud of her work: she had received paying clients from some of the best-known physicians and therapists in the area and her accounts showed a tidy profit. She had not yet turned 30 but w...
This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome. * * * * * Mike woke from a dream, an exciting dream where he was actually sharing the bed of Louise McLean, then felt the animal heat of her body beside him in the bed. He lay back , happy, content in his realisation...
This story is a complete work of fiction. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed as the fine grains of sand filled the gaps between her toes. For a brief moment in her hectic life, Louise Redknapp's slumbering dreams matched reality. A sun drenched beach, secluded, private and edged by the bluest water imaginable. Even with her eyes closed she could sense the sunshine war...
**This story comes by way of inspiration from Tatelou's frequently changing but always sexy avatars in the forum. Damn girl, keep those pictures coming! If you're looking for something else to read, check her stuff out, too!** The warm afternoon sun begged to be basked in. The light filtered through the grayness of the light fog that had settled in the wood...
Once we had been sitting for a brief while we heard some rustling which seemed to be coming from a large clump of bushes off to our right and slightly behind us. With me and Louise still naked save for stockings and heels in my case and merely heels in hers the guys quickly threw their shirts over the top of us. The fact that both our faces still bore the...
My first trip to Europe started in the United Kingdom, traveling from the highlands to London. A short trip across the chunnel brought me and Louise, my traveling companion, to the gates of Notre Dame de Paris. The gothic lines crawled along the building along soaring buttresses, tracing impressive stained glass. I took Louise's hand and strolled behind the...
CHAPTER 1 Stressed-out from working under pressure in marketing at Roebuck Industries for nine years, the last two as a marketing director, Louise Flint resigned, and signed in to a health resort after leaving. During idle chat, one of her therapists suggested it was time she should marry. Louise sighed. She'd often thought she should do that before her o...
Dear Diary, After our children left for China, Doug and I had to move back into our big vacant marina condo. I convinced Doug, right after Louise sold her Quebec house, to let the poor lost soul move in with us as a border who could help with expenses. She is as vibrant as ever but my husband has become someone I'm not sure I know any more. His recovery fr...