"Why didn't you let yourself come this afternoon?" She was sitting up in the bed, a pool of her come staining the sheets. She had her knees up under her chin looking at his erection and wishing she could do for him what he had just done for her. Or maybe that's what he feels every time! OHMYGOD. The realization made her eyes grow. "You're not ready." He was...
------------ Neither Nina nor Stephanie did anything but stare at her for a few moments. Nina had even stopped chewing the grape tomato half she'd just put in her mouth. "Wait," she said with a full mouth. She chewed for several seconds and swallowed. "You said just a few minutes ago that you two scr--" "I know. I lied," she grinned. "Now let me finish. W...
Because I hadn't been able to sleep, I'd jumped out of my hotel bed and left for the airport at least an hour early, afraid I'd miss the plane. I talked to the cabdriver for thirty minutes straight. I couldn't stop myself from rambling. I looked everywhere and commented on everything: the color of a passing car, a pedestrian's skirt, the sign in front of a b...
Jordan stared at her new, spellbound body in the mirror. The cool mist that surrounded her was receding from wherever it had come from and her mother, Helena had disappeared half an hour ago. She touched her neatly trimmed pussy and felt a familiar, rising appetite within her, but this time it was tempered by her heightened self-control. She would have all...
His father didn't say he couldn't exercise, and Nitishila believed he needed to keep fit. A man should be as strong and capable as possible. Push ups and dips. Jumping jacks and spider lunges. Shadowboxing with kicks. Those sorts of exercises were very helpful to him. Also, sex tended to be much more enjoyable when one was fit, and Nitishila was looking fo...
The Fourth Afternoon On the way back to the cave, her mind was ablaze. The first, best choice was surgery. Of course, that wasn’t an option. Even if the Arcturans would allow her a field-hospital-quality surgical set-up, she had never done anything this extensive. This would require a full-fledged trauma team. She wasn’t about to let him die, whatever the...
Edrider73 wrote two different stories called Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch 1 -Two peas in a pod & Ch 2-Balloon ( here & here ). These stories stood out not only for the solid writing and characters, but mostly for being able to garner almost universal negative reviews from virtually every commenter. I feel it is a tribute to edrider73 writing skills that he co...
Sheridan Avenue runs the North Shore and makes a few twists and turns onto Lake Shore Drive. I always raced there, it was like a highway in the middle of the city. I didn't know any of the LCs and I had the Camaro and the Viper with me. To my chagrin the Viking had muscled his way in and that made four cars in three lanes. Fucking tough. I'd called at 30Gs...
So far as "Good Catholic girls" go, Tiffany Mitchell embodied all that might be associated with any true young lady of the faith. Even at eighteen, she still exhibited a child-like innocence, an expression of chaste simplicity and an air of well-mannered breeding. Always dressed tastefully, even her year-twelve school uniform managed to bridge effortlessly,...
He sits in his chair, elbows cushioned by the plush arms at his sides. His fingers feel the fibers of the paper at their tips, while his eyes devour the words before them. Ever the voracious reader, he cherishes the full sensory experience of his pastime. The soft rustle soothes his ears as he flips to the next page of his novel. The scent of pressed paper,...