His face pushed forward between the tall tree trunks with the thick green canopy above. The tread on his boots twisted the fresh dirt and pine needles as his toes pushed off. The morning air, expelled from the trees, was so crisp and rich that it was palpable in his nose and lungs. The rich oxygen fueled his large thigh muscles to a fast pace. A sliver of sl...
When Steve finally woke it was mid afternoon Sunday. Steve almost forgot about his little arrangement with Samantha, the girl from the adult toy store. He felt around on the nightstand by the bed for his phone. When he finally located it, he saw that he had missed the call from the cute blond lesbian. He maneuvered himself away from Jazmin without waking her...
Publishers' Note: This is the translated copy of the diary of Sarie Marais, a young (24 years' old) South African and Afrikaner woman. When I met Sarie I would not have guessed that she had such a remarkable tale to tell. Her tale involves getting to know a group of people that she would never have associated with. In order to help the readers not familiar w...
I hadn’t seen Sue for a while now, not seen she has separated from my uncle John and that had been about three years ago, I must have been about 28 at the time. There had been various rumours going around the family as to the reason for their split up. Uncle John, he was my mums youngest bother, was only 15 years older than me and had been quite a ladies...
Thanks to the delicious Faye_Skylark for allowing me to borrow the delightful world of Whore Division; hope you enjoy my humble homage! * Kira Sallet raised an eyebrow amusedly as the hefty black man sitting on her left gratuitously pressed his thigh against hers. She wondered if he could tell that she was wearing stockings, patterned black hold-ups that...
I couldn't help notice my neighbor when we were setting up our stalls. For one thing, hers was right next to mine. For another, her compact, curvy frame moved with efficient grace as she set her paintings out for display. The big thing, though, was her cropped hair - an elegant cap the color of burnished steel. That, plus a face full of laugh lines (and a fe...
‘Dammit. Where have all of the strawberry preserves been disappearing to?’ Mr. Harper complains, loudly scraping the sides of the empty mason jar with the serving spoon. ‘You know that Wade has practically been inhaling them since he came back,’ Alice, Wade’s younger sister, explains. I’m trying not to blush, wondering what they would think if they really...
I opened my eyes and felt Leah's soft, peaceful breathing against my back. Her warm, naked body spooned me and one arm hugged me from behind. The candle still flickered. I rolled my eyes toward the clock. 2:45 AM. I reached back and placed my hand on her hip. Every time I touched her, I marveled at how soft her skin was. She stirred slightly, made a little...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. Allie Green fancied herself to be a pretty good, not to mention artistic, photographer. Throughout high school, she would take pictures of herself and her friends at parties, like most teenage girls, but she'd also just wander around her town, taking more composed, artistic photos...
Chapter 4: Exposed "When did you discover that you're getting old?" Jim asked. That was the questioned floated out at our monthly poker game. My neighbor, Jim, had complained that the bagger at the grocer store had called him "Mr. Johnson" and Jim had wanted to say, "That's my father's name". We laughed. Bob said he accepted that he was old when all of the...