A little Valentin's Day story that combines some truth and some fiction. If you are not familiar with my other work, I tend to write in a unique style that combines the main character's thoughts, lots of dialog, and a healthy amount of consensual play; with all parts of the lovely female anatomy. RoM Amy and I are your classic early empty nesters. Marri...
Karen pressed the button on the roof of her car triggering the garage door to open in front of her. She pulled her little silver Honda Civic into the overstuffed garage and pressed the button again to close it behind her. She opened the door and slipped a short leg out onto the concrete floor, her three inch heel hitting the floor before she expected it to a...
This is the next chapter of a longer story. I recommend reading Pt. 01 first. ***** Beth walked with Paul and Jane to the arrivals hall to collect her single bag from the carousel. She had decided that clothing would be largely superfluous for the weekend, so she had packed very little. They headed towards the escalator leading back up to arrivals. As they...
Andrew is tall and rangy, with narrow calves and forearms and a slight paunch. His face is beautiful and savage—hooded eyes, high cheekbones, and a sullen mouth. I like him and respect him, though not as much, I suspect, as he likes me. I like his goofy sense of humor and his occasional, surprising flashes of insight. But none of that is important tonight....
We are at a party for some special occasion or another not really sure, but you are wearing a simple sleek black dress that hugs your curves nicely. I compliment you wearing a nice dinner suit. We mingle amongst the fellow partygoers and chat enjoying finger foods an d champagne. Our friends are there and we chat with them lightly. Megan comes up from a co...
Cumbrella was grateful that the floor wasn't tiled and therefore uncomfortably cold on her back. It wasn't quite the same as lying on a plush thick pile carpet but the vinyl covering soon warmed up to the temperature of her body and became less unpleasant as the moments passed. What on earth was she doing in the bathroom she thought to herself? "If they fuc...
Steph came in wearing a black t-shirt. The shirt was at least a size too small for her which was often her standard. The back shirt hugged her curves and stopped short of covering her midriff thus displaying the blue barbell that pierced her naval. The words porn star were written on the shirt and thrust out by Steph's boobs. Black was the style of Steph's o...
We are at your place to watch TV. At first, we are seated comfortably apart on the sofa, but during the show, we gradually move closer until we are shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning our heads against one another. You are on my left (my good side) and we begin to hold hands and play with each others' fingers. (I love this part... the innocent foreplay!) Every now...
Naked, except for the pink silk panties. "Nasty little cock-sucking girls always wear slutty underwear.", you always said. It never hides my cock though, its too tight. Anyway, i was kneeling in the middle of the room in those panties, because I am your little cock-sucking slut. It hardly fits on me because of my hard-on, and it is already wet from precum....
Stepping from the shower, Monica finally felt free and alone—away from the pains and aches of home and complications of family. She looked at herself through the steamy vapor that hung in the air of the rustic bath and thought back over the long drive up from the city. She had stopped in the little town where her parents had always stopped to grab a quick m...