This year, I knew exactly what I wanted for Christmas, and I had an idea of how to get it, but I knew it would take some planning to get there. My girlfriend Misty and I live far apart, and all I wanted is her, I wanted to be next to her, and to have her all to myself. I wanted to be able to wake up next to her, feel her warm flesh next to me, to be able...
Nathan felt the cold from the ceramic tile on his feet as he stood naked patiently waiting while holding his cock. After a few moments he felt some relief as a slow stream flowed splashing the warm yellow liquid onto Gretchen's breasts as she kneeled before him. He watched as the urine flowed down the slightly sagging breasts, over her stomach, through the c...
Kara and Josh were seniors in high school, both eighteen and getting ready to go to college. They had been going out ever since junior high, and now the peer pressure to have sex was getting to them. Kara's best friend was a known whore. She had sex with anyone she could get her hands on, male or female. When she heard her best friend hadn't even had sex ye...
The first time it happened, she'd been so sure it was an accident. Startled and embarrassed, she turned from the window so quickly that she stumbled over the side table by the bed. If she'd learned anything from her first three months in England, it was that its inhabitants were more reserved about everything than she was used to; her cheeks burned to think...
A/N: I am enjoying writing these stories for people to read. If you enjoy reading them and have a suggestion for a scene or an improvement please leave it in comments. I look forward to feedback. I have enough ideas of my own for seven chapters after this one but would consider anything people suggest. There are a few things I know will not happen. I will re...
It is about 7am and the sun is just coming up. I roll over and see the sun through a crack in the curtain, you are sleeping soundly. It has been a long night. It seems like we have only been a sleep for short time, but I am feeling refreshed. I roll back over to look at you. Your head is resting on your arm and your hand is behind my head. I can feel you s...
Hair tickles my bare back as you move my locks aside to place a whisper of a kiss between my shoulder blades. I grumble loudly upon waking, it's too early. I try to bury myself deeper into the pillow as your arm snakes around cupping my breast beneath me; claiming yours. I refuse to open my eyes. I lay quietly preparing myself for your next move. Light breat...
I hated weekends when I didn't have the kids, but then they have to spend time with their grandparents now and then, they need the contact and stability of family around them, its hard bringing up two small children alone, their mother died eighteen months ago of a long and protracted terminal illness. We had met at university and had been inseparable ever s...
Kelly's Plan. (c) Alex de Kok, 2003 The doorbell startled him. Only Kelly was due, and he'd left the door ajar for her. A bit late for the kids doing Trick-or-Treat - in any case, they'd called hours ago. He threw the door open and stopped dead, dumbfounded. "Kelly?" "Ssh! No names. Trick or treat," the witch said, in a husky, sexy tone. The figure before...
If asked for the most simplistic explanation of that evening with Leta, I would have pointed to the skirt. Her black skirt. Her short, form-fitting, black skirt. The skirt she wore to formal occasions that were more social than formal, like the author's reading we had attended at our west branch bookstore earlier in the evening. The sexuality she expresses i...