Revenge. Could it ever really be a motivation for sleeping with someone? Joan never really believed it. However, when she looked back on what happened on a work trip to Liverpool she knew there was just a small element of it involved for her. She had recently split with Phil and taken up the offer of staying with a mutual old university friend, Ben. It all s...
Due to requests to continue this story, I give you part 2. Enjoy. Creature Again *She will be fed* The voice in my head had gone silent after that last, alarming message. What it meant, I had no idea, but it scared me more than I wanted to admit. Arriving home, I poured myself a drink, but even before taking my second sip, i had fallen fast asleep on the...
Shane stood there still not believing what he just watched. Moments prior, Shannon had been a normal red-headed woman in her early twenties who was just attending school in Middle Eastern archeology. Now she was the vessel for the goddess Asherah. Shane didn't even know what that meant. Was she now a god? Did she have powers? Or was she just the same as she...
As the handsome stranger's car pulled out of it's driveway, little Marie was sitting in her lounge room, siblings on either side of her, watching some stupid sitcom, featuring washed-out soap stars attempting to be humorous. Inadvertently, her slender arm brushed against her breast as she reached over her shoulder to shoo away a fly and she felt what was lik...
To men Agga was a tomboy, though some did not agree on that consensus. Those firm round breasts and tender nipples could truly mislead the oblivious male to the truth behind Agga's slender frame. But were the trail of gossip ever followed, one might find a different version of the truth that was Agga. Sweat glistened down Agga's cheek on this midsummer nig...
Tonight is a very special night: it is our second anniversary. My lover and I have been together six years, now: married two of them. This is the longest I've been with anyone: longer than I ever dreamed possible, or even hoped! I never even imagined marriage as a part of my life. I mean, I'm fun to be around, I'm smart, and I love sex. I'm a regular good-...
I was so desperate for a good fucking I realized I'd have to get creative. I grabbed a chilled cucumber from the fridge. Not one of those tiny marrow-sized ones. A real one. Long and thick. I could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about ramming it up myself. Humping it until it broke... Patience, you horny slut. Cucumber in hand, I went to find som...
Enjoy the read... Don't forget to vote! ***** I woke up feeling startled, as I fumbled in the dark to turn off my blaring alarm clock. Feeling disorientated and sluggish, I reluctantly made my way down to the breakfast table. Grumbling to myself about the lack of milk, or food for that matter, in the fridge, I picked up the morning paper. As I thumbed thr...
It was his hands that fascinated me long before he ever touched me. The hands of a craftsman, rugged, calloused, with little nicks, they held his tools with such ease and strength, they slid over the smooth cabinet surface... Today I needed. I wandered into his work room with thoughts of him. He was measuring -- that look of concentration on his face, the l...
I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, i...