Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfe...
Well, we got here. Of course, life goes on after a story, so not everything will get fully resolved at the end, but I think it gets to a good, natural point to stop. Like the previous one, this is self-edited. I hope it's not too bad. If you want to drop me a message, feel free; I enjoy it. -C ───────── Molly I called it as soon as I heard Next's "Too...
"Gordon, are you sure you don't want Molly or one of your children here with you?" Dr. Bartle had been my physician for 15 years. From his gentle tone and hesitant manner, I knew that this wasn't a persistent flu or something similar. I'd been losing weight, had steady abdominal pain and off and on nausea for more than a month. The kids were out of the hou...
She was so pleased with her breast implants. The doctor had done a marvelous job, boosting her from a normal Asian 32B to a rather robust 36D ... which showed up wonderfully on her slim frame. Her recovery had come along nicely and she’d loved the way the operation had changed her nipples from a rather insensitive feeling to a state now that was almost one o...
She was on her belly, naked. Her bottom was in the air as her husband pounded into her from behind. The feeling was sweaty, rich and thoroughly exquisite. It was just short of painful. Her fingers drummed her clitoris. She moaned loudly, inspiring her husband to redouble his efforts. Sweat drizzled from his brow. He gripped her hips roughly. It was then that...
This is a story about a woman who enjoy letting go - in multiple ways. Constructive comments are appreciated, as are any positive feedback! :-) If you are offended by fantasies of sex in a bit rough, dirty and consensual way, don't bother to read or complain. Although this is not a story from true life, I do hope to keep a tiny line to reality, however exagg...
They came for her while the sun was still high. Proctor Vesle, Constable Varlet, and the town elders. She saw them coming long before they arrived and her sobbing mother begged her to run, but it wasn't in her nature. Someone would have to die today, and she couldn't allow this mantle to fall onto one of her friends. She made tea and had it poured and read...
Chapter 4 – Belinda's Rules for Virgins I woke up at midday with a mild hangover and my face burning from third-degree pash-rash. I pulled on my robe and trudged to bathroom, and as I sat on the toilet, I jerked in surprise at the crazy-woman looking back at me in the bathroom mirror. God help Emma Watson if she ever looked like this; I had bloodshot...
As we lay sweated together after our exertions Sadie murmured "Jack, I swear, you get more adept every time. That was gold star quality." I gave her an extra squeeze at the elation that gave me. I had just been challenged to give her a massive orgasm or as she put it, "Make me cum out of my mind." And she wanted me to do all the work. So I tried to apply al...
When you leave school in Britain everyone tells you how important it is to go to university and get a degree. What they don't tell you is that these days just about every school leaver with half a brain cell is doing the same thing. As a result, unless you study at one of the great institutions, you qualify in some very specialised field, or you're an academ...