Leslie Gourd was poor, and couldn't afford stockings. It was a balmy city night, the lights were lit and the jazz joints were swinging, and her black sheath dress showed the backs of her naked knees, but she would not be a star until she had those stocking lines gashing downwards from her thighs to her ankles from under her dress, solid black lines to declar...
Her day was shit. It was awful, stressful, and chaotic. She hadn't had a moment to herself since breakfast. Not a moment to breath, relax or collect her thoughts. Loud people, crazy people, lazy people, all in her face from morning until night, and she was done with it. Her boss was a dick, her coworkers were losing it, and she was fed up with all of them....
"Alexis! It's your stop!" Alexis snapped out of the daze she was in to find that the bus had finally arrived at her house. She exited, and watched as the bus slowly drove off into the distance. "Finally!" she said to herself as she turned to check the mailbox. Not even bothering to read what was addressed inside, Alexis grabbed the stack of envelopes and...
The night after our first date, when I took Bexley to a concert on campus, we were unable to spend any time together after as she was attending a sorority rush event, and I had to return to the frat to help run our rush event. Of course we flirted in class during the week, and we made plans for Friday night. I had planned it to be a very special Friday nigh...
I must have zoned out because next thing I saw was her face, inches away from mine, her emerald eyes blazing into mine, her voice hoarse, demanding "Did you hear any words I just said?" I looked away, because if I looked at those eyes another second, I would have done something I would regret. I mumbled, "No." She reached for my hand, and her touch caused...
Ashley Shorttree, was supposed to be a woman on a mission. Somewhere, however, she had lost her way. Her job, along with a dozen others of her kind, was to watch the humans on earth. They were desperate. Their star was almost ready to explode. They had only 500 years to find a new place for their race to live. 500 years for a race of mobile trees was a very...
You have drifted to sleep, sprawled on your stomach on the bed, as I rubbed massage oil into your heated skin, soothing it, and draining the tension from your body. For a moment, I am annoyed with you: how could you fall asleep when I want to play? But I reconsider; you have been a good slut tonight, taking all your punishment, the caning having raised angry...
She stood in front of the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames against her legs and listening to the whistle of the wind around the window frames. It had been a wonderful day, walking through the hills, and swimming naked and chilly in the river that wound through the trees below the cabin. Now the air was cool, and the sun had drifted below the hills on...
Quite unexpectedly, as I walked by the TV set one Sunday afternoon, I caught a glimpse of an extraordinarily sexy man being interviewed. "Oh, my," I murmured, like Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham except throatier with more evil intentions. My roommate noticed my frenzied exit to my bedroom. "Hey Beavis, she shouted, using the code name we had for each other wh...
On shaking legs, you raise one finger, we stop, waiting to hear what you want to say. "I won't be a minute, don't move . . . . . . " And with that you are gone, out the still open door, pulling at your jeans as you stumble through the room. As I lay over the corner of the bed with my legs splayed, cum drooling out of my battered fanny and my chin still gl...