If I had to describe Hudson Cruz in one word, it would be DELICIOUS. He gives a whole new meaning to tall, dark, and sexy. He's not only sexy as hell he has an all- star sense of humor to go with his immaculate body. I can't seem to get enough of him. Hours of love-making, and my sex is still dripping, and I want more. He is sleeping like a baby I want to wa...
Dear Shoeblossom: On my eighteenth birthday, Ms. Sandefur summoned me and forced me to perform between her legs, and came wetly on my face, telling me that she'd taught me a valuable skill. Who knows? After I left school and started at Balloil College, part of Oxford University, I had a nice allowance, and began seeing a professional dominatrix, Moira, and...
The next day, after our excursion to the nude beach, I remembered my vow to myself and presented myself to a waxing clinic. When I asked for a full Brazilian, the girl in the crisp white tunic raised her eyebrows a little but led me into a cubical with a bed like the gynaecologists use with stirrups and a cabinet along the wall with a few bottles on it. She...
Well, these things happen, I had been unemployed for a year, I had been to hundreds of interviews but there just wasn't anything out there for a poorly educated woman. Money had been so tight that for three months my husband and I had been fighting and last night was no different. Johnny had offered, days ago, to take me to an interview in Wellingborough as...
John's so good to me and gives me so much pleasure. What can I do for him? That lady in the porno video I saw took the guy's penis in her mouth, and he seemed to like it a lot. I don't remember exactly what she did with it, but I guess I could try. I joined John on the couch, and we shared a sweet kiss and I told him I loved him. I shared some of his...
Written by Romane. Translated by Her Solitary Dreamer Miss Sexy Voice then led me toward another part of the room, and made me sit on the ground, with legs spread and my hands on my back. I felt some hands, from somewhere behind me, come to rest on my breasts, just as some men were ejaculating on me. A young woman caressed my breasts, allowing the watery sp...
***************************** There are no characters in this story that are less then eighteen years of age. This story is a pure fiction. Any resemblance to any real person living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. ***************************** The next morning I awoke with the most erotic feelings. I was laid out on the big b...
This is the second part of a story.You may wish to read "Sunday Lunch - The Week Before" if you have not already read it. * Sunday morning we woke late. My name is Tim and my wife, Rachel, is laying naked beside me in bed. We are in our mid fifties and today we're having lunch at the home of John and Debbie. They're in their late fifties and we've found ou...
I sat at a table with my old friends, sipping a cocktail and talking about the last ten years of our lives. Some of us had kept close and others had drifted away, but here we found each other and it was like we had never left. Our ten-year high school reunion brought us back to the days of senior year - except now most of us had spouses and excellent jobs....
Author's Note: The setbacks we encounter in life shouldn't be written off as a total loss just because our expectations aren't met. Parts of this chapter were difficult to write, but I poured my heart and soul into it nonetheless. Keep in mind, my relationship with Brian didn't happen overnight. Had I given up, everything would've turned out differently. H...