As Darla lay there on the muddy ground, the aftereffects of her climax soon waned. However, as the sun beat down upon Darla's white body, she closed her eyes for several minutes, until suddenly she heard a rustling coming from the bush. Suddenly, as she sensed the presence of another, the sun above her was blocked out, as Darla opened her eyes and then looke...
I love to masturbate in the shower. I have multiple shower heads, with one that is connected to a hose so it's able to be used as needed. There are different settings on this shower head that includes a pulsating massage. The shower is set back into a corner; the outside walls creating a three angled glass front, with the door in the middle slate of glass. T...
Angelina has been one of my lady friends since her 18th birthday. Recently, she went by bus to a nearby town to take care of some personal business. The day before she returned, Angelina called me and asked me to pick her up at the bus station, told me how horny she had gotten and suggested that we could go from the bus station to my house and attend to that...
1 Mac didn't notice the thin rain quietly soaking him to the skin as he wandered the streets of London that night – he felt too sick in his stomach for the drizzle to bother him. His wife was about to shatter the boundaries of their marriage, and there was nothing he could do to keep her from doing it. He should never have done it – it had been unethical f...
The first time Clara had ever seen a bee-girl was when she spotted one flying over her peaceful village of Eythe. She fluttered through the sky, gazing down, her eyes meeting Clara's with the same curiosity that Clara had of this strange creature. The bee-girl hovered in the air for a moment, her golden hair waving in the breeze, her large striped abdomen bo...
The weather was cold... bitterly cold... the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle deep under heavy covers with a cup of hot chocolate, a crackling fire and a warm body to share it with. A lone woman lugged her carry on bags through the all but deserted airport. Less than appropriately dressed for the drastic change in temperature, she pulled the co...
(I apologize if this takes a while to get going. I'm trying to make this a continuing story, and I've got a lot of ground to cover. Enjoy!) * Six weeks later, I found myself leaving St. Louis, and headed back toward where Rochelle lived. For almost five hours while I drove across southern Missouri, all I could do was think about Rochelle -- actually, all I...
I sat at the dinner table, zoned out and ignoring my parents' arguing. It was happening more and more frequently, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. Mom drank too much and was always overreacting over something, and Dad was a workaholic. Even when he was home, he had never taken much of an interest in me. So I was surprised when I heard my Mom say my...
Bding. Bding. Kat's cell phone chimes. It's 6:45 a.m. Brad finally rouses from his slumber at the sound of his wife's phone going off for what must be the dozenth time, though most of those he remembers as background noise in some trippy dream. Brad reaches behind his back for his wife. His hand searches to wake her up and answer her damn phone, but his...
People are often cautious about picking up hitchhikers, sometimes I believe to the point of being uncharitable. However, as somebody that used to hitch a lot, I tend to weigh up each case on its' own merits, preferring to let my intuition make the decision for me. This philosophy certainly proved fruitful in this particular case, as my charitable deed was re...