(This chapter picks up at the end of Chapter 1. It may be helpful for you to read Chapter 1 to know who the players are.) While a crowd formed, looking in through the window and the open door, Aaron, Renee, Tom, and Sally mixed and matched in almost every possible combination. Oral, intercourse, masturbation -- you name it, they did it. The moans from the...
Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
Note to editor: as all this story is in direct speech by one person I have not bothered with quotation marks at the beginning and end of every paragraph and hope that I will not be rejected for this reason. Hello! I'm Amy Hart. Doesn't this hotel have a lovely swimming pool? And no silly rules about not being topless so I can have my firm large breasts jutt...
She woke up lazily, still in that dreamy state of almost awake and wanting to roll over and go back to sleep. Then the throbbing started, memories of the dreams she had that night, dreams filled with sex and this brought a smile to her face. She rolled over to kiss her husband and he was not there, she laid there a little longer thinking about the events of...
I lived in a flop house in Greenwich Village before it became trendy to do so. It was a six story walk up with five rooms per story. My place was on the fourth floor. Almost all of us were aspiring artists of some kind and it felt like home to me shortly after moving in. On my floor there were two male dancers, both gay. They each had been the last chosen...
Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
A Perspective on Rape Rape Fantasies: A Female's Viewpoint Yet again, the week end papers contained several stories where, men, of uncertain age have attacked, assaulted and raped a fellow girl, one was in her late teens, the other an old age pensioner. When we see such headlines, most sensible people will shudder at the news, again a girl, a woman having...
I was at the bar on a Saturday night drinking as usual. I was scoping out the girls and hoping I could find something to spend the night with. I found absolutely nothing. I continued to drink and drink and drink until I blacked out for the most part and can't really tell you anything after that. When I came too I was in what appeared to be a woman's room, th...
Ch. 02 Wolf Feather I still could not believe it, even as I looked at the items upon the small table: my favorite bright red dildo with the various nubs all along the shaft, the pair of vibrating bullets, the tethered cuffs lined with fake fur, and the several discs in their innocent-looking cases. Even stranger to me was that I was wearing a schoolgirl u...
It was the summer of 1993 and I had just graduated from medical school a few weeks earlier. After years of not being able to have a vacation, I was looking forward to this. One week in Cabo, all by myself! To others, being alone on vacation might have sounded daunting but this was just what I was looking for. I needed time away from people and hectic schedu...