Note: When writing this I had a celeb TV reporter in the NYC market in mind but since I'd guess her tits are 'B' cups it would have demeaned her to describe her as flat. As a result my leading lady is technically a fictional person (I'm still thinking of the real one). ***** Candace sat in her bedroom feeling her soft breasts through her thin nightgown. Sh...
Lucky Stiff My arms held a beautiful, naked woman. She was kissing me passionately, desperately even, and rubbing her body against me. That long, lithe, voluptuous body I'd lusted after earlier. Large, firm breasts. Taut, shapely legs. Slim waist. I kissed her back, hard, responding to the challenge of her, our tongues twisting against each other. For a lon...
Blonde wife looked fantastic in the tiny red bikini. Her body was magnificent, her full breasts really straining at the halter neck tied behind her neck and across her back. Her breasts were DDs and they moved and strained at the flimsy material, her hard teats pushing out like bullets in the hot, afternoon sun. Pants were almost thong-like, cut really high...
When the ladies began arriving at Rebecca's place they were all surprised to see all of the furniture lined up around the walls of the living and dining area. The floor was open, but covered with half a dozen blow-up mattresses, all covered in assorted color satin sheet. Off to one side were a couple sex swing and inflated balance balls that could also be us...
Dave was driving to Chichester to see the Goodwood Festival of Speed, he was on a short visit from New Zealand having finally sorting out his divorce. He pulled up to the entrance of the Chichester Park Hotel and quickly checked in to his room and settled in, flopping on to the bed he had a little doze after his long journey. Feeling refreshed he took a wal...
The chapters unfold in a sequence of events from 1966-2005. (Chapter 7) ***** "Persuasive Approval" (circa-1971) Meeting Beverley Jackson for the first time after their impulsive moment of intimacy when Charles and George left them alone in the hotel to visit the landlord of the Red Bull was always going to be a little uncomfortable. He stepped out of...
This is a resubmission of an earlier story and I feel a much improved version. Firstly I'd like to thank 'IamRay23' who has been a massive help to me and my writing. Although the style may still not suit everyone's taste, he has helped me make this story much better flowing than the original version. Fingers crossed part 2 of this story should be coming soon...
I have decided to write this journal for those that truly believe in my research. I'll keep a detailed record of the progress of my latest test, in case something unexpected happens. If I am not able to write anymore, please do not discard my work. The possibilities of this research are endless. Last Monday, the Board decided to give me only three more mon...
The Pantry They comforted each other on the mattress, Sandra kissing Olivia's tears away. "Oh Sandra, I feel so good now." "You don't feel the pain." "Not when you hug and kiss me; it's strange my cheeks are burning but when you kiss me it goes away." "Well that what hugging does when you like the person you're with." "Like, is not the word Sandra." "...
My great, great grandfather was a wiry young teenager from Scotland who came to America to escape jail for rebelling against the crown. His brogue was so thick that few people could understand him, so he kept moving west until he found himself living as a mountain man in the Sierra-Nevadas. He was a small man who had to make it on skill and his wits because...