Antonia could feel Chad's hand moving up her leg. He rested it right next to her pussy and she could feel the pulse from his fingertips on her naked thigh. She could feel her pussy becoming moist and could feel the worth through her panties. All Antonia wanted to do was drag him into the toilets and fuck him hard, but she was playing it cool. This was the fi...
Note: This story is dedicated to anyone who was bullied in school. I hate violence but it is sometimes necessary to keep one free. This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. No characters are real, I made them up also. Special thanks to my Mystery fact checker for all the encouragement and help. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. * I was sitt...
Hi all. I've taken on requests from some readers and this series has gone more extreme, so be warned - this has scat that goes all the way! As ever, everyone is willing and an adult, etc. Time changes things, that's a fact. Last week Naomi Green had celebrated her 23rd birthday and, a couple of days later, the six-month anniversary of her moving in with...
Still with us, the pretty young thing and I as we tell you her story? Well, you must be nearly as perverted as us, hmmm? We'll see if you're still there by the end, won't we pretty thing? The story gets nastier by the chapter... ------------------------------- Graduating from high school was nothing compared to this. She'd come through her 'initiation' rel...
Whilst walking on the path in the park, Kirsty and Martin were chatting about what just happened. Kirsty felt wetness forming on her knickers as a dirty thought entered her head. Kirsty gently pushed Martin against a small brick wall and got on her knees. She unzipped his flies and grabbed his soft placid penis taking it gently away from his pants. She sta...
My name is Tom, and just over five years ago my father remarried. My mum had gone to buy some potatoes one August afternoon, when I was eight, and I guess after fifteen years Dad finally got tired of waiting for those damn spuds. I don't remember much of my mother; only that her hair was brown, her smile was gentle, and that she always smelt of fresh laundry...
This is another true story as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. ****** Grandma had asked me to stop overnight. Whenever she asked me to stay, I knew she felt more sexual than usual. I've never forgotten any of my experiences with her; they were all so special, but this account is just one of many more that we had. She'd always been highly sexed and enjoy...
A warm morning and I wake late, the sun on my bed, feeling lazy. I slide a hand down my front, feel my breasts through the cotton night gown, spread my legs a little. I'm horny in a vague way and think about fapping, conscious that I also need to go to the loo. I circle a hand on my belly, feel the pressure inside, slip fingers down over my mound, press ther...
This is a tutorial, part one, of creating compelling conversations to wow your readers, and propel your story, and dialogue. Creating realistic dialogue is an important aspect of writing. Good conversation simply does not consist of a listing of He said this, she said that, he growled, she purred, they hissed, etcetera. People do not purr, or hiss, or chir...
Tonight I'm in a pissy mood. My day was crappy, the kids were cranky and I'm just all-over feeling pent-up. We have a little tiff over who's picking dinner and we finally end up with something neither of us is super happy about watching tv neither of us wants to watch. Plus I'm horny. You've been wearing a low cut shirt today and pants that shape your ass li...