She rolls over to snuggle deeper beneath the slick warmth of her duvet, sliding her arm around her pillow and feels a sharp prickle beneath her outstretched hand – her eyes fly open wide on the cloudy view outside and jerk to the bedside clock – late – late – Her squirms bring the small hairbrush into view and she stops, stares, and thinks – not a dream –...
Have you ever watched as your lover rolls onto his belly and punch a pillow into a ball as he collapses onto it after a rather vigorous session of sex. Yes I do mean sex. Love making has all of the passion and power of sex, yet has that tender slower paced affection tossed in that doesn't tire as much as builds more passion and cuddling. So, yes I am talking...
She woke. Looking into the angry red glare of the alarm clock she wondered why she was awake at 4:13 am. The bed moved. And again... She lay still with her eyes open trying to keep from disturbing her mate. The bed moved again and a groan was heard. She smile acknowledging the rhythm that the bed had began moving with and the gasps of her lover. Being turn...
A few days ago, I reposted a point system to earn my orgasms. I was so excited to try it! I ended up not doing it alone. One of my lovely followers decided to help me earn points, added some new ways to earn points, and coached me through my edging. Now I'm going to share with you how my morning went... To begin, he had me smack my clit 30 times to wake me...
Reggie and Beth had been friends for the last 5 years growing up next store to each other through middle school and now towards the end of their high school years they grew closer and closer. Both had dated and messed around with the opposite sex but neither had gone all the way yet…as they were both waiting for the right person to have there once in a lifet...
In August, a wind blows in Louisiana, cooling nothing, a slow, stifling current of air, laden with water. Of old, the beds were built high, the mattresses at the height of the window sill, hoping to catch some cool breeze. You can see such beds at Shadows-on-the-Teche, the best-preserved of all the plantation houses, in New Iberia. In that lovely house, I ha...
Cracking my eyes I blinked in confusion. The ceiling was a dingy off white rough spackle that could have literally been anywhere. It didn't bother me that I didn't immediately know where I was. What bothered me is what was missing. Taking a deep breath I blinked a few times and tried to focus on the cracks in the ceiling. For years I'd endured countless nigh...
I love it when my roommates are gone. It happens so rarely, but on a day like today when everyone but me has to work, I take advantage of the solitude. I wait for about 20 minutes after they've left to make sure they won't come back for some forgotten article of importance. After I'm positive they won't be returning, I start by gathering all of my visual and...
I looked down. Her long black hair fell on each side of her head; her face was already submerged in the mattress. Her skinny arms reached out in front of her. Her narrow shoulders, narrower waist, the curve of her spine. My hands on her incredible hips. I could feel her warmth on my tip... And the time required to take that in... that was precisely as long...
Author's Notes: To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them. ****...