Foreword: A quick scene which popped into being for no apparent reason. In this one, it's Melissa's once-a-week personal time, a time where she lets rip and allows her mind a free run. It was fun to write. I hope you get some enjoyment out of it. Thank you for reading. GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 2nd of May 2015. *** She's dressed for sex. Nothing more ela...
Samantha stepped out of the back door of the building and wrapped the light jacket around her form as the cool breeze whipped down the alley. It was during the few precious dark hours of June in Juneau, Alaska and she was savoring the little bit of darkness she could find between the buildings. Her hand slipped to the inside pocket of the jacket and pulled o...
I called her at 7:00 and said in an emotional voice, "I love you more than life. You are everything to me." She had one last chance to be honest, to not go out with her boss. She didn't respond to my vow of love and acted as if nothing was unusual. After some prodding about what she was going to do that evening. She said, "I am going to visit some girl fr...
"Okay, give Mommy a hug!" Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as my four year old barreled towards me with the force of a hurricane, nearly knocking me over in the process. I laughed, barely reaching my arms around him before he ran off towards my mother's old Chevy van -- a relic from the days when I'd still lived at home. God, had it already been ten ye...
Following brunch, you have opted for a special dessert by once again sucking on my cock, this time bringing me to a sweet explosion in your loving mouth. Instead of dampening my lustful urges for you, this only serves as a springboard for a first time, rough and tumble bout of anal sex. Now, as the afternoon sun starts to set, you are probably thinking that...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Do not take it too seriously. All sexual acts involve persons aged 18+. Cruise ship details may be inaccurate -- sorry. Send me money so I can take a cruise, and the next chapter will be better. My thanks to Hypoxia for editing, but any blame for this story belongs to me alone. Your thoughtful feedback is appreciated...
As ever, best to start from chapter one, but this works almost as well as a stand-alone story. Feedback (and favourable votes!) welcome. Vanessa and I finished dressing and did our make up. She was in her 'Morticia' outfit, all black, with totally over-the-top purple and black warpaint on her face, while I was in my green elf costume, a little blusher, ligh...
It was the 80's and, love it or hate it, disco was king and you never knew what to expect when going out for a night of dancing under the mirror ball. All of the characters in this story are eighteen and just out of high school, which, in some places at the time, meant you were old enough to drink a beer... or two... or three... Part 1 She was pissed. E...
"Good night, Kitty." "'night." In her singsong lilt, Kitty tossed the word over her shoulder as the glass door swung shut behind her. The young guy who worked as a guard in the Obion River Mall was cute and he pushed open the back entrance door every night when Kitty was scheduled to close up the shop. Cute, she thought, but too young. It was always "too" s...
He was a regular at the restaurant, having started coming after Saphira began dancing there. She had danced at a local street fair, an annual event held in mid June to celebrate the coming of tourist season. She was a great success, drawing curious onlookers from throughout the festivities during the three days the event was being held. One of the people t...