I am a massage therapist. I knock on your hotel room door. I am wearing a short denim mini skirt, a tight hot pink singlet with buttons down the top half and underneath a very small black lace bra and matching boy shorts. You answer wearing nothing but a towel. Your tanned body is firm & fit. With muscles in all the right places. I am instantly glad that I t...
A big thank you to fellow author C_Rion for the idea and for the inspiration. I do hope I did it justice. ***** The sudden lights cast brilliant shadows on the inside of my retina. I blinked. Tired. My eyes feeling raw. Scrubbed by the sands of too many failed attempts at sleep. I felt like hell. Crumpled and sweat soiled and reeking of 48 hours of airp...
Chapter 3 It had to happen Four days later The bittersweet frustration has faded just enough to let me focus on other things. If anything, I'm a bit peeved that he led me on. If I ever see him again an appropriately disinterested communication will have to be formulated, not rejecting or huffy, just neutral. Business like, which is what I always would like...
This is Bec from "Coming Home" again. ***** The first Bec knew of the tractor being broken was when she went outside and tried to start it. Nothing happened. She tried again. She found the choke and pulled it. She wiggled the starter button in case something had jammed. Silence. The tractor was dead. She climbed out and opened the engine bay and had a l...
Chapter 1 Stuart knew it was going to be an interesting night. He was laying on his back in bed, completely naked with hands tied behind his head to the bed frame. Laying on the bed next to him was wife, Elizabeth. She was dressed in a singlet top and panties, hair loose across her shoulders. They had the house to themselves and were making the most of it....
Jasmine untied the wide, toweling cord that held her bathrobe securely in place. As she pulled back the lapels on either side of her body she felt a familiar surge of energy deep inside her vagina -- her body seeped warm moisture into her inner chasm. The eighteen year old's firm, succulent breasts sat perfectly displayed in the morning light and the lips o...
"So what does this mean with your promise Ms. Grahams?" Sarah asked in a worried tone. I could feel the eyes of the class on me, well at least those that were over eighteen, see I made, what I thought was an impossible deal with the students of my year twelve class. The deal was eligible only to those that were eighteen years of age or by end of year would...
Occasionally I would spend the weekend in London and I would head off to Hastings on the South Coast of Sussex where there was a nudist beach I had heard about. On my first visit I took the train from London, it was a Saturday morning and I took a small rucksack with me for essentials such as cash, G-string, towel, sandwiches, beer and a map etc, I wore a sk...
My girlfriend is a cyclist and on the last Friday of each month she goes on a protest ride in the city. It's supposed to encourage people to stop driving to work and ride bikes instead but all it does is make people angry. She doesn't mind and enjoys shouting back at people who tell her to get off the road and out of their way. Last Friday I'd come home fr...
Uni life wasn't at all what Vanessa Love had imagined. The images of all night parties, and reckless abandonment had dissolved from her mind after the first few weeks of classes. Uni work was hard. The lectures were often far too long and boring, and where were these parties she had heard so much about. It all seemed so difficult and pointless, all work and...