Crouching in the cooling Mediterranean Sea up to her shoulders, Ella's hand brushed across her gaping womanhood beneath the water and she felt the tingle of her arousal. It was still present from the orgasm that had overtaken her; stroking herself to the sight of her pretty companion masturbating the swollen erection of a tanned stranger among the dunes, emp...
The way she is suspended in the air and spiralling the pole is centrifugal. The way she lies at the heel of your boot, with an ankle twisted around the metal, is languid. The way she prowls, with you as her prey, is feline. When Scarlet and Abbegail dance and when they move and when they breathe, they are ecliptic. They sprawl in the same way that rain...
It was a week day, my day off work. No-one else was in, and the house was quiet. I'd been pottering about doing odd jobs to keep myself busy, as daytime telly is boring. I sorted a load of dry washing into piles, and distributed them into my teenage children's bedrooms. When I took the last lot into my eldest's bedroom, I had to walk around her bed and passe...
Missy slipped on her blue thong bikini. Her husband Jay was on a business trip for the weekend and she figured it was the perfect time to just sit back and relax. She grabbed a radio and some suntan lotion and headed out back. The temperature was around 90 and the sky was clear, it was a beautiful day. She enjoyed their backyard. They lived on 15 acres out i...
Chapter 5~ The Deflowering of the Sun Child—Elina As the Sun Child and the Flower Nymph took turns lapping away at, and dipping their fingers deep into the wonderful dessert they'd created together as sisters in unison for the first time, they were oblivious to the coolness the water had caused on the smooth river rocks they now used as a pleasure post. T...
I am laying on the patio bench in the hot afternoon sun; white panties on the floor at my feet. My skimpy sundress, not much more than a light cotton top really, is haphazardly thrown over the back of the bench. This is how I feel on the beach ... languid and melty, the Sun's rays beating down on me. Enveloping me. Fucking me. Tentacles of sun caressing me,...
My boyfriend and I volunteered to clean trash off a local lake shoreline, and we stupidly decided to do it on one of the hottest days of the year. Even though I'm 27 and in great shape, the sun's really getting to me today. I'm 5-7, and weigh in at 110 pounds with long hair that I've pulled back into a tight ponytail, and being a blonde, I burn easily, so I...
A week after the photo shoot for the Sun Touch ad campaign Please read the prior chapter of the "Passion for the Game" story to better understand the context of this chapter otherwise you may not understand has led up to this point in the story. As always comments and ideas for future chapters are always welcome. Subsequent chapters are in the works and w...
Things in Vegas always seem a little hotter and wilder. Such was the case on a short vacation for us. We were staying on the Strip and enjoying the lights and action of the evenings, but we wanted to be adventurous during the day. So, we ventured off to the Valley of the Sun State Park a few miles away from Las Vegas. Surprisingly, Rascal was eager to get up...
The waters glinted and dazzled under the same white hot sun that also beat down upon his shoulders as he walked across the green grass. The cloudless blue sky seemed to expand from the heat and stretch in all directions forever even over the distant hills that turned shades of baked gold and browns every summer. The hyperactive laughter of children fluttered...