A True Story It was a warm and sunny fall afternoon. The leaves on the trees had just begun to show the iridescent colors of fall. She loved to drive her red convertible sports car on these windy roads with the warmth of the sun on her face. The feel of the wind rushing through her hair always gave her the sense that she was flying low to the ground. With s...
Jennifer glares at the clock above the door to the server room, wasting precious time she can't afford. "No, no, no! I'll never make it to my appointment if this keeps up. Damn!" The clock, undeterred continues to wind toward evening. Jennifer turns back to her computer with a sigh. When web server 2 crashed earlier she assumed it would be a quick fix. R...
I actually managed to sleep well that night, in spite of all my worries. Lydia had clearly worn me out more than I realized. My alarm woke me at a bit after 8, and after showering and otherwise getting ready, I was at Lydia's room by 9. I had my hands jammed in my pockets as the only way to hide my painted nails. Lydia greeted me with a quick peck on the li...
So I was looking at this chick Tyan, from I don't know where, but she's at the same college I'm at now, and she's well, she's totally gorgeous, and so me, stupid, plain-jane me, was just looking and thinking all these incredible 'things' about this girl, and well, I just all of a sudden realized my pussy is totally wet and I have to sit and wait for my jeans...
December 1978 Monica Franzetti was doing the bump-and-grind with her partner of the moment: a short, well-built redhead whose globular tits were being poorly served by a halter-top that was inadequate for the job. She and the redhead were grooving on a packed dance floor at one of the city's leading discos when Monica happened to see an old friend walk aro...
Abstract: Every few decades every imaginable trope of All Hallows' Eve gather at a special haunted house for one and only one mysterious purpose, but first the staff must be assembled. ***** THE WRETCHED ACOLYTES Seemingly lost in a void of fog, a tall slender woman wrapped snuggly in a long black gown ventured across a dead grassy meadow. The mist choke...
A few weeks later I woke early to help my sisters fix breakfast. I rolled over to see Master Arik staring at me. I blinked fast feeling my heart beat wildly at the surprise of seeing him awake. He slowly smiled as I sat up; the covers exposing my breasts and my nipples hardening in the cool air. He reached forward and gently rolled my nipples between his fin...
A gentle tug on Tom's arm woke him. Only half-aware, he clutched Hannah tight to his chest in a reflex triggered by dreams of abandonment. She brushed his cheek, and whispered, "I have to pee, but I'll be right back. I promise." The curtains faintly glowed with sunrise. Rain and wind tapped on the glass. Tom languidly stretched, and enjoyed a lazy Sunday...
This is a continuation of the previous Sailing Adventure story. Several readers asked for "the rest of the story," so here it is for your reading pleasure. ***** Thursday when I arrived at the site for my usual computer maintenance, I wasn't sure what kind of reception to expect with Barbara after our sailing weekend. Barbara was smiling when she greeted...
Authors Note – Please read "The Beginning..." and "The Dream Continues" series. They may you understand this tale. Olga And Eating Figs! We had only been in the Hot Tub for a few minutes when my Friend said that she should start to prepare dinner. We continued our mutual touching, which started when we began to cover each other in my sperm. This time we u...