Author's Note: This is a story/letter I wrote to my lover. It is a fictionalized account of my thoughts and feelings at the start of our relationship, before we physically met and consummated our love. It was my dearest fantasy and I wanted to share it with her, as our relationship started wholly online. Speaking as an author, any and all feedback is both w...
Trudy has endured a series of failed relationships. Feeling she was always taken advantage of and unfulfilled in her love life, she craved intimacy, tenderness and romance from her next partner. She turned to Doctor Love for help to gain control of her own destiny. Her story is one of arrival at her destination of sensual fulfillment. Thank you for my beau...
DISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy and does not represent anything about the real person it is purported to be about. I own nothing whatsoever, and wish only respect for Trisha, Meg and anyone else mentioned here. It didn't happen, it won't happen, and it's all just made up. Sorry Trish (who will never read this) but I couldn't help myself. ***** Winning...
I woke alone in his bed; feeling rather sticky between my thighs the bright sunlight streaming in from the wall of windows opposite the bed made me squint as I sat up. I was still dressed; if you can call wearing a garter and stockings dressed, in the lingerie I'd worn while Ken fucked me silly last night. Where Ken had slept I found a white terry cloth ro...
James lay on his back, fingers gripping desperately at the cool bed sheets under his body as he was bounced forward and back by his new 'girlfriend's' thick, invading cocks. With one gliding in and out of his mouth and another eagerly mating his ass the twins had sapped all strength from him to the point that, even now, as he lay between them, his legs unbou...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. The Touch Pt. 38 Late Nights and Early Mornings Sunday turned out to be not at all as I had planned. My intention had been to go down to the garden centre early to do the watering; check that everything was OK...
Sammy nervously picked up her phone and called Steph. She paused as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. After the fourth ring it went to Steph's voicemail. Why didn't she answer? Sammy had mixed feelings about having to leave a message. Part of her desperately needed to tell Steph, but the coward in her eventually ruled out. "Hey Steph. Uhh...it's me. Sammy....
A grin showed at your request. "Oh... how was my night with Lorelai? Oh, I really shouldn't talk about that, my pet..." I smile at your fussed look. "Well it's in the past now and nothing to hide, so it's harmless to speak of it I suppose." With a happy sigh, I place a hand upon my chest. "Lorelai is a sheep I am truly fond of..." # I sat in the backseat...
Nicole's Note: This story contains themes of messy consent, mind control, candy and trans catgirls. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Isn't that good?" the redhead cooed. "Isn't that gooood?" the blonde cooed. "Isn't that so, so, so, soooo gooood?" they echoed, bouncing the target of their questions between them. Elka moaned and squirmed, overwhelmed by the sensual ment...
"It'll be wrinkled old grannies with saggy tits and fat Germans with hairy beer guts," Maddock said. "It's one of the top nudist beaches in the Mediterranean. It's got to be good," Stevie S. said. "I've seen the people that go to the top European nudist resorts. I've watched Eurotrash," Maddock countered. "It won't be like that," Stevie S. responded. "It...