Her blonde hair was wet and stringy with sweat, and her chest was heaving. She used going to the gym as an outlet when wasn't in a sexual relationship, and being a horny, single 26 y/o female, she went to the gym about five times a week. Amber was outgoing, had a stunning body, and had a unique beauty, but she never seemed to find a nice guy. Sure, she'd had...
I'm taking you out for cannoli. It is not, perhaps, my most subtle gesture, but last night you said you had never been to Ferrara's, and I want to introduce you to my Little Italy. It's that part of the summer when the air outside revolving doors almost shimmers, when the humidity is becoming a presence but hasn't reached its unbearable, choking August zenit...
While Japanese literature in the late twentieth century did not produce the Angry Young Man phenomenon, nor did it go through a beat or even psychedelic phase like American fiction, a group of Japanese writers have gained fame though questioning the materialism of society and considering some alternatives to the status quo in Japan. Two of the best known of...
My meditations lately had settled upon the female form, the gentle curve of the breast, the roundness of the hip flowing into the buttock. My sensei would say that I was allowing my body to direct my meditation. I personally would say that I was horny. That was my dilemma. I had moved to the north woods because I was too caught up in the material things of...
By the middle of the month mum and Andrew were arguing again, she was off in a few weeks to do another 3 week cruise. But more importantly my school skirts didn't fit anymore. I had moved the buttons several times, but now I was reduced to wearing Lucy's old skirts. I mean me, in someone else's clothes! Even fat Gloria was sniggering at me, the fat ugly twat...
"So?" Jason asked as he rolled up at the bottom of the drive on his mountain bike. Robert held up his phone, showing the message from his older brother with two specifically capitalized words in an otherwise innocuous message — care package. "Sweet. Let's roll." The pair set out on the gravel road, riding even deeper into the middle of nowhere. Livi...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 90). This story c...
CHAPTER 1 Rudely belching, Russell Matthews held up a finger signalling for another beer and Rosie with pink cheeks and a wide bottom arrived at the thick oak table and leaned over to deliver the pint of ale. "Nice titties Rosie." She pouted and said then why didn't had attempt to play with them like other regulars and he said she was too young for the li...
"Whoa, there, Snookie, honey, you bein' naughty again?" Standing at the alley's mouth, smoothing down her miniskirt, watching the tailend of whoever the john had been flit around the corner, and painting on a startled expression, she looked into the baby blues of the hulky blond cop. "Didn't see you there, Officer Jenkins." "Should have, sweetheart. Was s...
The swamp's humidity clings to the aged kestrel's skin, fighting for coverage with nightsweat that has drenched his bare chest, shoulders and back. His breath comes quickly, panting; he remains seated on his cot struggling to reach composure. His gaze jerks quickly about the dimly lit chapel, the rolling smell of incense juxtaposed with that of the marsh and...