Author's note: This is a sequel of "All for You". Read that first for backstory about Melissa and her boyfriend. The story concludes in "For All of Us" ~~~~ Melissa tugged at her clothes. "Look, can't we just get naked again? This shirt itches. And these pants are too tight." "I'm not comfortable either," I said, "but your friend will be here soon. We...
Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a successi...
Melissa kicked off her sandals as she walked into her best friend's apartment. Her very drunk best friend was close behind. "I just need a little nap," Amber slurred, shuffling toward the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend Sam. He was spread out on the couch in their living room, reading a magazine. "You guys have a good time?" Sam asked. He looked up a...
Melissa was bored of being single. More than that, she was bored of having to please herself. Her last boyfriend was a lovely guy, but he'd been hopeless in bed. What she needed was a man who knew what he was doing. It didn't need to be anything long-term, or serious, just sensual, consensual pleasure. It was Friday, and a couple of her girlfriends were goi...
I pushed Melissa's door open and froze in shock at what I saw. We'd been burgled. The fuckers had ransacked the place - furniture was overturned, clothes were thrown everywhere, one of the curtains lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. I saw Melissa's arm hanging out of her bed and I rushed into her room to see if she was hurt. I pulled Melissa's covers bac...
Foreword: A quick scene which popped into being for no apparent reason. In this one, it's Melissa's once-a-week personal time, a time where she lets rip and allows her mind a free run. It was fun to write. I hope you get some enjoyment out of it. Thank you for reading. GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 2nd of May 2015. *** She's dressed for sex. Nothing more ela...
Melissa Fourtnoy had picked flowers from Mrs. Tunnsmore's garden and delivered them to Mrs. Edith Brickhouse's house. The grandmotherly Mrs. Brickhouse and Mrs. Fourtnoy had a pleasant time. They met each Saturday for tea. It was a two-hour drive for Melissa, but with her love-life barren, it was well worth it. Melissa found Mrs. Brickhouse mature and atte...
Melissa looked around, ticking items off a mental checklist. Laundry, done, dishes done, vacuuming and general cleaning done, everything done except shopping and that could wait. Time for some coffee. She went to plug in the electric kettle. Three months married, Melissa was happy with the world. Being married was fun, in Melissa’s opinion. She was out fr...
I sat at a coffee shop in Bronte. The salt air fresh and clean and the weather pleasantly warm. I sat waiting for my prey, the very willing prey that I had met online. I spotted them from a distance coming across from the beach. I spotted Melissa first, a luscious lady in her 40s, her blonde hair billowing in the seabreeze. Even from such a distance her tits...
Author's Note: First, this isn't meant to be disrespectful to Miss King or her "supposed" actions. I'm not saying it was a bad life choice, or even a dumb one; it was just one she made at the time that she felt was necessary as a means to an end. Could she have made another choice that was better? Yeah, maybe. I don't know anything about her life or the circ...