You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, white stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicating. Pear...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, skin coloured stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicati...
Continued from Chapter 2... * For the next few weeks, I practically lived and breathed sex. Sometimes, I would be working on a report at my desk, and David would buzz me into his office to suck him off, or for a quick ass fuck. Sometimes both David and Luis would be waiting for me. Whenever they were together, they always squirted their cum on David's desk...
The birds chirping outside the window awoke Cole. He found him body entangled now, stiff and surprisingly overheated. Looking down, Ari was atop him, sprawled out with limbs locked on him tightly. He needed to stretch but it would be hard to remove her without waking her. He figured it was hopeless to try to move her now; best to go back to sleep and wait fo...
The plant benefited from the warm, wet spring; for twenty millennia it had bided its time. The spades of the gardeners, churned the soil and brought the pod to the surface. There were a few more years of waiting; it needed just the right amount of water. It lurked beneath the hammock, an unnoticed sprout waiting for an animal with the right body heat. A ti...
He'd been hanging around this one for some time, he just couldn't get enough of teenage girls; they were easy to seduce and were unlikely to tell their parents they'd been fucked, besides the threat of a beating usually stopped the ones he'd had to force himself on to, they having got cold feet, from going to any authority. His lifestyle renting cheap traile...
This story was written from a female perspective (a difficult thing for one heavily laden with testosterone!) Constructive criticism is always welcome! And, as always, the characters within are over the age of 18. Enjoy! * While checking in a small shipment of estate jewelry, I noticed an ornate box. Done in a Hindu style, intricately carved in the top was...
A few weeks back I was invited to go on a short break to visit Ron. He had been on the phone to Frank and had mentioned the idea of me paying him a visit and asked if I would consider it. After much chatting and deliberating it was decided that I would go down to Dorset for a visit for a long weekend, Friday to Monday. I made the travel arrangements and...
Kess woke to the sound of fucking. Voices she did not recognize grunted and squealed in a syncopated rhythm. The former, masculine. The latter, fake. Porn, she surmised as her whereabouts swam into consciousness mere moments before her disappointment overtook all other sensation, making her eyes again sting with tears. * * * * For weeks, she'd looked forw...
Marion O'Neill is a newcomer to Brownstone University, a historically Black school located in South Lancaster, Massachusetts. Born in the environs of Galway, Ireland, and raised in Missouri, Marion has a lot to learn about the African American experience. As a teacher at a historically Black school, Marion has to get over her White privilege and try to conne...