Prologue: I was twenty-four years old and soon my life would change forever. I studied the interactive display that loomed before me. The vividness of the whole brought to mind an innocent childhood memory of a beautiful painting I had seen once upon a time: a depiction of a young girl extending her hand to touch the face of a fallen Knight. It seemed she o...
She avoided me for a few days, it felt like months, every hour she hid in her room, slipped out before I was awake, passed me in the kitchen without speaking, I felt it in my belly, a quickening when I heard her footsteps, the hope, she'd speak to me, look at me, allow me to apologise. And then awful churning despair when she left. When nothing happened. I...
It was not exactly what I had expected: indeed, it was nothing at all like what I had expected when I had got off the plane at the airport and driven to the villa. I had thought it would all simply be a quiet week of steady work at the keyboard punctuated by meals and sleep. It turned out not to be as simple as that - not at all. Surprising really for a fam...
The house was easy to find, on a lonely road a mile out of town. The perimeter of the large three-story colonial was bathed in halogen-blue security light. No other houses for a quarter mile and a good five miles from Emory University, which seemed strange for a frat-house. The stylish logo was outlined in neon above the large oak front door. "Omega Theta De...
It came as a surprise. When Abigail received a message from his sister telling him to go to her room he was astonished. He never went into the family apartments until recess, so such a demand was abnormal. Bossy bitch, Abigail thought as he made his way there, but he didn't say it. His relationship with his sister had never been one of close kinship, they'd...
The art teacher was a tall, elegant blonde, short hair, in her mid thirties. Sophia. Intense, she radiated passion for her work and for her craft. I wanted to learn from her, and not only drawing. But it would only be drawing this weekend, as there were two others in the class. Nicola was in her twenties, a quiet girl who seemed to be painting as some kind...
Imagine what it's like for him and her when a sexy teenager's erect clitoris is stroked over and over by a body painter's soft hair brush. That's exactly what our irrepressible now 19 year-old long-legged long black flowing hair Latina office prick teaser Jenny's thinking after she picks up the phone for an appointment with a body painter. He's told her mo...
By Maximilian Cummings I was on top of Karen, her slim legs up and over me, my penis deep in her wet, warm and slippery, but actually fairly tight, vagina. Some men complain their wives are a little too relaxed after giving birth and yearn for the more virginal glove light tightness of their original young bride. It was not something I could or would compla...
I Scott couldn't believe his luck! Not only had he finished welding school. The 21-year-old had left Idaho. To be sure, his parents and older brother berated him for "leaving the family," even though Scott had been living in his apartment for some time. His younger brother and younger sister, however, understood Scott's need to move further away. "Hey!" Fe...
This story contains descriptions of an explicitly sexual nature. Any participants have at least achieved their 18th birthday and all sex described herein is with mutual consent. The story line and characters are entirely fictional: any similarities are purely coincidental. It contains elements of the following: inter-generational incest; transvestitism; v...