I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As I walked past the closet I thought I heard something, but kept going. As I got to the sink, I stopped and came out to through Teresa a kiss. I froze when I saw Meg coming out of the closet (her "little" sister is 5'9 - 135 - with 40d-32-38), her blouse was open, her pants off, and was breathing hard. When...
The warm summer breeze washed over their bodies as Jenna, Meg and Wendy stretched out in the comfortable lounge chairs on the deck of the log house overlooking the lake. All wore only their bikini bottoms, the rays of the late afternoon sun caressing their bare flesh as they relaxed and sipped their wine. The day had been a perfect start to their girl's geta...
My second submission (ha, ha) with Meg. Love hearing comments, especially from any women who have tried this (or want to!) ***** The morning after Meg took my anal virginity was surprisingly normal. She woke up and made coffee while I stumbled to the shower, and then we both hung around on the balcony like any other Sunday morning. Neither of us talked abo...
"Your Mom's pretty hot," I whispered with a smile, nudging my girlfriend with my shoulder. I didn't see her roll her eyes, but I could just feel that look burrowing into my back, aimed right at my heart. My eyes were busy drinking in the aging vixen before me: 45 year old Deb Mason, 5'4", short gray hair, nice tight little farm-wife body. I could only hope t...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of Nighttime Confessions. It can probably stand on its own, but might make better sense if you have read the earlier story first. This is not a stroke story. There is very little sex and a lot of emphasis on emotions. If you don't like this type of story save yourself time and go elsewhere. I had a lot of fun with thes...
The girl at Joyce's feet had her head buried between Joyce's legs and was obviously having some effect. Joyce had a fistful of hair in each hand ensuring that the girl's attention didn't stray. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning back into her corner of the sofa, her robe parted at the waist to allow the girl access. Joyce was moaning quietly to herself...
Anna woke, chained by the edge of the rough stone hearth. She stared into its cold recesses, wanting more sleep, but rousing herself before the last of the banked coals died out. She shifted and rose to her feet, brushing away the straw that clung to her muslin skirt, scant protection against winter's chill. She stretched up on toe top to reach a nub of cand...
The sharp buzz of the alarm clock woke Meg abruptly. She yawned very wide as she climbed out of her soft, inviting bed with a loud squeek from the springs. Meg couldn't help but give a small smile at the quick thought of nights full of the same sound of her current dismount. Feet steady on the old trampled carpet, she shuffled her way to the sliding glass do...
Doug and Allison Myers were sitting at their kitchen table, nervously sipping coffee on a Saturday afternoon. The two of them were right to be nervous. They were about to conceive their first child together. It had all started a few months ago. The two of them had been married for three years. Doug was a paralegal, and Allison was an elementary school teach...
Meg was so warm. Partially awake, she didn't remember her sleeping bag being this comfortable. Maybe it was Luc's. She didn't remember which bag they'd ended up under. She reached her hand out to touch the top of the bag. Her hand touched fur instead. "Fur?" she thought for a second. "Oh!..." Meg opened her eyes to find herself with a wolf fur comforter name...