This is something more personal than any of my previous stories. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. ------------------------------------------------ I'd been through quite a bad break-up a few months ago. He'd left me for another woman—he'd said she was more well-established and could give him what he wanted. I'd learned not to miss him, but I missed...
It was the beginning of the summer and things were going from bad to worse for Bri. She had assumed that summer between high school and university would be filled with tanning, going to the gym, and partying every night. That was what her two older sisters had done and now she was sitting in a cold damp room waiting to be trained for her summer job. It was c...
Shop girl 2: Man at work Chris's heart was pounding inside his chest as he gripped the underside of Keira's large fleshy thigh, the wetness from her soft bald cunt trickling in intermittent droplets, like beads of sweet dew, against her warm pale skin. He lifted her leg up and pushed forcefully forward, placing her foot on the high counter top in front of h...
I would like to thank Dragonette for help in editing, many thanks my lady. On a nice summers day in the heart of the Oxfordshire county, at the village of Upper Boffam, John, a university graduate at Kings College Oxford, had a day off from university, wandered into the village. He was six foot tall, wide shoulders and could use the loss of a few pounds fr...
Once again I flipped the sheet off and for the briefest moment, as the thin material stirred the air, I felt the coolness pass over my warm, sticky flesh. I felt my nipples harden to the cool air. Although it was short-lived as the heat and humidity quickly settled over me like another blanket. My nipples remained pointed and hard. Their tingling began to ni...
Joe was finally about to live out his greatest fantasy. He arrived in one of the Texas border towns early afternoon, got a motel and waited until about dark before getting a taxi to take him over the bridge to the Mexican side. Although he appeared outwardly calm, inside was a churning mixture anticipation, lust, a bit of mild apprehension and a few other fe...
My name is Dick Jones Smith. Friends call me DJ Smith. I'm a young black man living in the town of Raynham, Massachusetts. I've always been a really wicked guy but lately, I've decided to outdo myself. Push the envelope. Be the very best mean-spirited SOB that I can be. Do unto other individuals things that would make the Devil himself blush. Outdo everyone,...
I am naked. My wrists and my ankles are bound. And I am spread eagle on an old-fashioned four-poster bed with a canopy. I don't know where or who I am. I just know that I am here. There must be a bathroom just off the bedroom I am in. I can hear the shower running someplace above my head. Either I am on the bed upside-down or it is pulled out into the middle...
"Oh god, now what's wrong with this god forsaken thing?" Derek groaned as he listened to the sound of something in the area of his front driver's side making an odd grinding sound. He looked at the clock. One-thirty. He dialed up his best friend Jake. "Hey, I'm going to have to cancel on you. My car's making grinding noises and if I go right to the shop I sh...
It was less than an hour after the studio opened that she walked through its brightly painted doors. Not being a morning person that put it sometime after one in the afternoon, probably around mid-week. She looked young, very young, with long chestnut-brown hair, oval-shaped face, and startling almond shaped eyes that were almost amber in color. Her skin wa...