There was this girl named Connie. I'd seen her for years, and she worked the checkout at the new Foodliner supermarket on Fairmount Drive. She had cinnamon colored hair, lustrous and gleaming. She usually wore it in a thick, twisting ponytail, tied with pink ribbons. With her round face, snubby nose, and bright green eyes, she looked like a trade mark doll v...
I wrote this some time ago under another pen name. If you prefer not to read a BTB, you might like something else better. I knew it was going to be bad when two of the three detectives turned away from me when I walked in. There was a flat panel monitor on the wall rolling static on the screen. The one detective who would look at me told me to sit. We were...
Sasha came out wearing a red plaid school girl skirt that barely covered her ass. Underneath she was wearing some black fishnet thigh high stockings and I could just barely see the lace top of them peeking out from below her skirt. To cover her breasts, or barely cover her breasts would be more accurate, Sasha was wearing a white cotton tank top with a red b...
Mark had been in his graphics class for a couple weeks, he sat at a table with girls, all his friends none he would ever try and bed. One day a transfer student came in, she was short, shoulder length blonde hair maybe a bit longer, she was wearing the classic "school girl" outfit. Long-sleeve button up white shirt, plaid skirt about knee length and thigh...
This is one is about a bit of role-reversal from our previous stories; My wife and I have discovered that we're both switches, and we keep swapping the dominant and submissive roles. *** It was a warm evening in Leetown, where my wife and I were spending a quiet weekend. We had just finished a sumptuous dinner at the Quay, and were merrily ambling along th...
This is a fictional story written for a fan about their sex life. If anyone else has a story they'd like written for them about fact or fictional events feel free to message me. As always please leave comments or constructive criticism so I can make your pleasure better! * It was Monday afternoon. Joel had taken the day as an opportunity to work from home...
“Allie!” Joe shot to his feet, grabbing at his shorts. I realized that we were both staring. My eyes were glued to his crotch where the now-limp flesh lay on a bed of curling hair. His eyes had become glued to my wet shirt. I looked down and realized that the wet cotton was transparent, and that the pattern of my lacy bra was clearly visible. So were the pr...
Ann put her car in reverse and waved to the sitter. She was leaving her son with a sitter on short notice because she had gotten a phone call from her husband Ed and he was going to be in town for a few hours. He had called and told her to meet him at the airport so they could at least have a few minutes. The car lurched forward as she put it in gear and dro...
You hate taking the bus home this late. It's not so much the long stretches of waiting for the actual bus to arrive that test the very limit of your patience, but it's the seedy night life of winos, junkies, and party people taking the bus at this time of night. Those people tend to break down any sort of peace and quiet that can be found when riding a near...
Amber was a beautiful girl and she knew it. She had realized the effect she had on men when she started blossoming as a teenager and had grown up expecting it. Amber was slim with long blonde (dyed) hair and a gentle tan across her unblemished white skin. Men of course turned their heads to see her firm tits and generous ass, but she also had a classically...