So, this is being written as smut-on-demand, in little 1,500 word snippets. Feel free to leave suggestions/feedback (positive and negative) below. * * * * * * * * I awoke to the most delicious scent in the world, my cum and cunny. I lifted myself off my beauty, stretched, and decided I needed a bath. The lovely vampire distracted me. She was out, anatomi...
It was the middle of English class, the last period of the day. I stared with eyes glazed at the woman of my dreams, my teacher. She had long blonde hair, slicked to the sides like a model. Her face was beautiful, her body so elegant. She was wearing a black skirt that clung to her just perfect figure. I was feeling so horny, just like everyday of her class....
It was a Saturday night and I was bored. I figured I'd hang out at the bowling lanes and maybe get a few games of practice in. I normally only bowl on league nights, but I had nothing else to do. I pulled up into the bowling alley parking lot and went inside. It was the typical leagues going on, and a few families bowling. Well, I got a pair of lanes and wen...
"And yet, girls sometimes form a habit of handling their sexual organs because they find a certain pleasure in so doing. Maybe they have never known that it is wrong, but usually they are ashamed of it, and as they go alone to practice this habit, it is called the habit of solitary vice... it causes a great many backaches and sideaches and other aches, tende...
As you enter the darkened room, you notice the sound of cicadae chirping in the top of trees, the air smells of forest, fresh after a rain yet, earthy of leaves and moss. I tell you take off your clothes, lie on the table and cover your middle with a towel. As you hesitantly obey, you hear birds singing counterpoint to the drone of cicadae. You lay on th...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my entry in the Valentine's Day contest for 2009. It's just a short piece but I hope you enjoy it. **** Billy knelt on the damp grass and looked at the words in front of her. February 14, 2008, the date on the slab of marble at the head of her husband's grave. He'd died on Valentine's Day, that special time for red roses, chocolat...
He comes in from work, looking tired and ready to relax. I already have a nice hot bath drawn for him and a cool glass of iced tea next to the tub. Dinner is cooking in the oven, one of his favorite meals. I walk with him into the bathroom, helping to remove all his clothes, enjoying my view of his tall strong body. He sinks into the bubbly water with a pl...
My name is Linda Blain. I am an established fashion designer in my mid forties. Alistair, my late husband, was a psychologist .he'd developed a very successful private practice. We lived in a charming Devon country home by the river Fen near Fenley in the early eighties, a beautiful unspoilt typically English village situated just three miles away from our h...
It was hard to believe that we had been living in our new home for nearly a month. We were settling in nicely, taking time to pick the perfect items for each room. We had carefully assembled many lovely furnishings. The great room was the first to receive our signature marking. Upon entering the front door the room was highlighted by the back of a luxurio...
This is the story of a woman named Tiss. Now, Tiss was a luscious 38DD-28-32 blonde bombshell, and quite an avid nymphomaniac. Tiss loved her men. All of them. Every night, Tiss was at her favorite lounge, scoping out new prospects for a little action. Tiss would spot a likely subject, work him over with her feminine charms, and before long Tiss had him eati...