After enjoying a concert by the lake we walk a little ways from the band shell, away from the crowd of people. Your arm is lightly around my waist as it has been during most of the concert. You turn to face me. I look up into your eyes and smile. You smile back, placing a hand under my chin, tilting my face up and lightly place your lips against my mine. As...
This is the second story I've written about auto-fellatio--sucking one's own cock--not to be confused with the practice of mouthing the tailpipes of motor vehicles. Read "Auto-Fellatio" if you like the topic or want some more background for this story. As soon as I found out there was such a thing as dick-sucking, I knew it would definitely feel great. At t...
Working next door as usual, next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlor for a little chat. "I discussed your financial 'issues' with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies' tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on fam...
Craig Lundquist was finding it difficult to go to sleep. He wasn't thinking about the "Long Shots" training he was about to undergo the next morning and all that it entailed. Nor was he thinking so much about his tremendous attraction for Holly McKenzie, although he did try, but in vain, to dispel the images crowding his troubled mind with thoughts of her. W...
"Oh, don't stop," Phoebe moaned at me. Her hazel hair lay flopped back and forth on the pillow as her head flopped back and forth. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Will, fuck me!" I wondered why she thought I would stop at this point, with my dick already pounding her tight little pussy, or how I would even manage to. I was really just trying to hold back the flood of...
Phoebe Sex-pot. How to water a peculiar Parisian flower. ***** Bonjour je me apelle Phoebe. I live in Paris, I am a fashion designer and I'm 34 years old. I'm not married, I don't have a boyfriend. I live alone with my cat, Ginger. I paint, smoke ganja and have lots of money. I'm a rich daughter of an ambassador, so I've enjoyed many pleasures. One pleasur...
Copyright 2014 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. The Possessed is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincid...
The girls returned to work after their two and a half hour “lunch break” Seeing John put some joy back in their hearts. They set to work with a will, because John and the three older women had most of the walls torn down with heaps of lathe and plaster on the floor. John was now busy knocking down two by fours while his mother and Phoebe pulled nails. Cynth...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
Late August 2021... "My name is Lieutenant Beaconsfield. It's my job to ensure that you're all sheltered, safe and well fed during your stay here on Mull." Jessamy Beech looked nervously around at the fifty or so other girls sat on neat rows of folding wooden chairs in Tobermory's slightly musty smelling church hall. Most of them appeared to be the same ag...