Chapter I Titillation Markus rolled out of bed, mornings were always his favorite time of day. The unbelievable quiet and stillness helped him ease into the day in a clear, relaxed state. The water in the shower stung him like hot little needles, but felt strangely refreshing. It figures he thought, that I would enjoy the pain of hot water hitting my skin....
"You really think that he's gonna take the bait baby girl?" Jonathan Pierce grinned slightly. He lifted his mug up to the camera raising it as mock cheer and then took a long pull from before crinkling his nose slightly. One the other end of the connection a busty red head sat. There wasn't anything particularly provocative about her grey jacket or the bla...
My name is Candice. Having just finished school, I was really yearning for a break from the routine of studies and rules that had been part of my life for the last 12 years. The only thing I’ll really miss is my athletic career at school. I was the high jump team captain, and was also on the netball team. ( I’m 5’10”) I love sports, and find it more exciting...
There is a room, it is of medium size, has a couple over sized arm chairs with big backs and large arm rests. There is a fireplace and some rugs spread about the floor; one in front of the fireplace, one beside each chair and then one over by the big picture window on the wall that touches outside. The room is dimly lit by a few candles scattered about on th...
Chapter 1. A Night Out Sitting on the edge of my bed performing the final ritual preparations for a night out, I glided my pantyhose upward over the smooth skin of my legs. And as I felt that first sensation I began to look forward to the evening that lay ahead. Pete had specifically asked that I wore these particular items of clothing because, he said th...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself a...
The month before I was due to go back to San Francisco on business went slowly as I thought about the incredible fucking that Sam had given me and the prospects of another, even more adventuresome trip. I hoped that the next trip would again find me with Sam's dildo up my ass. The anticipation kept me in a constant state of excitement, even though I jerked o...
Author's note: this was inspired by, and dedicated to...you know who you are! It's dark in the room, and I can see your silhouette against the glow of your computer monitor. You sit, dressed in only a long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, reading the words I had written you last. Your left hand is softly stroking your cotton-clad lips through th...
This story took place half a lifetime ago, when I was just 18 years old and a senior in high school. I won't generalize about adolescents and their susceptibility to peer pressure; I'm sure there are some strong independent thinkers in the high school age bracket--but I sure wasn't one of them. I never had the courage to admit to my tastes and preferences wh...
"Heather you sure know how to make a girl feel good." I said when my senses returned to normal. "I don't think I could have done anything like that if you were still your old self. You're my nasty little sister now and that's what I've always wanted to do with a little sister. I could just lay here and fondle you all night long." "I'll let you," I said, cu...