I walked into my room thinking that I had stayed on the beach longer than I should. A light dusting of sand was clinging to parts of my body courtesy of the sunblock, which I used liberally. I just arrived on a weeklong vacation on a Caribbean island. I opened the valve on the shower to the medium position and waited for the water to become slightly warm. I...
You sit at the far end of the long tale from him, listening to the staff meeting you have sat through multiple times now. You are trying not to look at him, because you know, despite everything, it makes your cheeks color, and makes you ache inside. You can't help but sneak a few glances, hoping to see you looking at you. He just gazes at the endless set of...
The fact is, you'd thing life would be better, and easier for a guy who was born with a nice ass. A guy who caused other guys to stop and stare as he walked by. A guy whose ass was so hot, men would fantasize about the its curves, and later on jack off while remembering how it popped up and out, like only a young buff ass can do. An ass that made jeans look...
Hello, my name is Gwen. My late husband and I used to enjoy reading the adventures and stories on this site. We didn't partake but we enjoyed reading them enormously, thank you all. I never told Neville but I feel I can now tell you that I was a bit worried about the amount of pleasure sex gave me. I thought I was a bit 'different' but when we discovered sto...
My dark chocolate hair hangs, damp and limp, framing my view: the light-colored canvas - "it doesn't show stains as well," they said - green knee pads, and black patent-leather boots. Dewy perspiration beads all over my pale, freckle-flecked skin, mixing with the sauna-heat of Jess' shaved slit resting on the back of my neck. Thick, iron thigh muscles sheath...
OK, sometimes I can be a little dense. I’ve always considered myself to be a fairly perceptive person. I’m aware of my surroundings and usually able to discern meaning from context, to condense fact from the vapor of nuance. I suppose that it’s when the nuance is aimed at me that I develop a blind spot. Tracy had been cutting my hair for about a year. I ha...
Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing! Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background. Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give...
Chapter 1 The tiered student lecture auditorium was three-quarters filled with a mixture of students (mostly female) and adults (all female) when the ruggedly handsome 36-year-old Associate Professor Jamieson reached his finale: "There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. A woman will defend her baby to the death but quite clearly modern males are still link...
Judy Simmons. January 19th, 2018. New year, same old shit. I guess that's not so surprising really. People say they want to change and make a new start, but if they really did want to, they wouldn't wait for a new year to go by before doing so. Anyway... I'm pissed because Roger stood me up, again. This makes the third time in a row. At least the first t...
This is just a short one, to warm you up for the two almost novel length stories that are coming. Enjoy. ***** In the end, after enough time had gone by, and I could look back semi-objectively, it was just plain stupid. No other reason, just a person jumping to conclusions, not checking, and doing something unforgivable for what she thought justified. Eve...