I've heard that women don't desire sex as much as men. I think I'm different in that regard. I've been a highly sexual woman since I was a young age. I grew up a Christian though, so that was always stifled by the sexual ethics being taught to me. When I was young I learned how to get around my parent's internet blocker and soon began to indulge in unwholeso...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2016. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story was inspired by the 1930s song "Is 'E an Aussie, Is 'E...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
POV: London "It is good to have you and your son over, Sandra," I mentioned, stirring the pot. "We're practically best friends now, and don't forget my hubby, who is currently locked in your bedroom with your husband," she whined, strolling towards me with her arms crossed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having sex.&...
(A fantasy, lesbian, erotic story by PhillippaT 09/06/09) I feel I must apologise for taking so long to write all this -- (three months for just this part, apparently!). I'm afraid it's mainly because I keep on getting ahead of myself and then get sidetracked… (I've got the rough plans for a trilogy in mind, (though this first story has already been...
Sandy's and my questions about Vivienne's expectations for the evening are soon dispelled. Dispelled isn't the word for it; all my fantasies are fulfilled and probably those of Sandy. Vivienne expectations can't anticipate what she discovers that she enjoys. Sandy and I walked on in silence, the tension increasing as we approached Sandy's and Vivienne's bui...
(You need to have read The Massage Ch.1 first to know who we all are, and how we got into this amazing position... and be aware the story features M-M sex as well as F-M and F-F. Don't read if you don't like!) * We must have all just fallen asleep with the relaxation hormones and the wine (and the time!)... As all I remember is waking up as the sun shone t...
Megan and I had been married for just more than five years. She and I had met in college, dated the whole four years and then after graduation, we got married. Megan is a true bombshell. Her body is tight and curvy in all the right places. One thing about her that drives many men crazy is her breasts. While they are not huge, they are ‘D' cups plus a bit in...
This is the final chapter. Please enjoy and read the concluding request for feedback. Sunday morning, after their usual shower, they put fresh sheets on their beds and clean towels in the bathroom, and then get dressed and go to breakfast. Duong is sitting with a girl whom Jane recognizes as one from their French course. He doesn't hesitate to give them...
It was a beautiful late summer day, warm, sunny, and the bombshell was almost gentle when it hit me. Gentle, I guess, 'cause I more'n half expected it. "Sorry, Jack, but I'm going to have to let you go." Lars Jensen gave me a wry look. "With the railroad coming in, I'm just not getting the business, so I'm sellin' three of the wagons and concentratin' on th...