Hey everyone this is my first story I hope you like it, let me know what you think.. *********** The street light let off a faint yellow glow in the dark of the night. The air was chilly and forced Jessie to pull her coat closer to her. She shivered fiercely and started to mentally kick herself for not getting her license yet; she was 19 but never really...
As my eyes slowly opened, I was surprised to see that I was no longer lying in bed with my two lovers. Instead, I was sitting in front of a large well-lit mirror. If I could trust my reflection, I was a buxom redhead, with pale skin dotted by freckles, and zero tats. The diminutive goth girl was gone. It took me a moment to adjust to this new body. Naturall...
The light from the streetlights just turned on. He know it was getting late, but not this late. Val walked up to the door of his house, takes out his keys. He fumbles to find his house key as he does every time. As he find it, he stops, takes a deep breath and looks around. "Something doesn't feel right." He thinks to himself. Before he can get his key into...
November 4, 1998 Sir, Last night you asked me to disassociate my conscious self from my body; you wanted me to, in essence, watch myself, observe and describe my reactions as you play with me. It was your desire to learn more about what arouses me, what makes my breath quicken, my pulse race, straightens my spine, raises the hair on the back of my neck....
As I pulled up to the hotel, my mind started to wander back, thinking of how I had ended up being here right now. I was only looking to pass some time, as I logged on and went into a chat. I started talking and feeling good. Then this man popped up and messaged me hi. I was a little nervous about talking to him but needless to say I replied with a hello and...
By the time I had washed Chad’s cum out of my hair, he was long gone, but Paula and Amy were just returning from their shopping trip. Amy raced in, threw a couple of bags on her bed and was out the door, presumably to meet up with Chad. I wondered if, or when he would tell Amy about our little encounter. I was fairly confident that if he did brag about the t...
As I headed back to my room my mind was racing. So far, so good. I had flown half way across the country to provide a revenge fuck with a woman who I had never seen or met. But within thirty minutes of meeting her I had her laid over the back of a sofa with her skirt pulled up, panties pulled aside while I stroked off a load deep in her hot pussy. Rather tha...
This is an excerpt from an erotic novel, working title Deep into the Noughties, charting a 40-something woman's sexual escapades. * After about a year and a half I started to get a bit weary of constantly scouting for and meeting new men from Internet. So to those who had hung around and got to know me a little, I put forward the following proposition: let...
OK, I can finally admit it.... I'm a voyeur. I get off on watching. Perversion? Well maybe, but I prefer the French term. Much more classy! I am an exhibitionist as well. I think that the two go hand in hand. (Pun intended). More on that at a later date; this story is about watching. There is a clothing optional beach not far from me. It is a perfect day t...
The cock was so huge, not all of it fit into her pussy, but Savannah enjoyed it nonetheless. The man above her seemed to be enjoying it too. Kyle's green eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting of her bedroom; his face was twisted with his effort as his hips pumped harder and faster against her. He seemed to be nearing the peak but Savannah wasn't quite read...