[Our story is about a 25-year-old potter called Jeremy Harding. He makes ceramic art and is doing pretty well for himself having found some success after leaving art school. He lives and works from his studio in Bethnal Green, London. Alone, since his girlfriend, Alice, walked out on him for some other guy 6 month's ago. He still thinks about her but doesn't...
Jerry Pemberton adjusted his green apron after setting out the onions. He was feeling pretty good. At nineteen, Jerry was pretty much running the produce department of the market while Ollie Anderson, the Produce Manager, sat in the back watching football on his portable T.V. Jerry was earning money, saving up to go to school in the Fall, and he had the hott...
Appreciate all the support from my followers. Thank you for sticking around. Episode I - Goodbye, Los Angeles Stefani closed her flip-phone and feigned a smile at the bartender. Suddenly, he was slightly blurry and his body scattered in various directions. With a swipe of her finger, she gracefully caught the tear and tried not to bust her makeup. Dark blu...
Gareth unlocked the door of the hotel room. He couldn't wait to get Jessica, his bride of a couple of hours, into bed. People passing them in the hall smiled at them indulgently. Gareth was still in his rented tuxedo, the white rose boutonnière still in his buttonhole. Jessica was still in her wedding gown -- designer Valentino. It was off the shoulder, th...
"A massage? Really? You're sure about this..." It's almost five o'clock on a Friday as you herd me into the somewhat deserted waiting room of a local masseuse. "Yes! This is your birthday present! Now would you just relax and enjoy yourself?" You check me in at the front desk as I have a somewhat tentative seat in one of the oversized waiting room chairs....
***All characters are over 18*** Even as soon as she woke up, Trisha was already mortified at the day before. The events were so clear now that she replayed it in her mind; her petite body sprawled across the hotel room, her legs spread, her miniskirt bunched around her waist, her back arched as she wailed in pleasure. Surrounded by men, watching her, beari...
This story is a direct continuation from Jacqui's Wedding Chapter 1. The complete order of my stories is listed on my profile page. Thank you very much to shygirlwhore for editing the story. ***** I had returned to my hotel room a few minutes earlier from attending my ex-girlfriend, Jacqui's wedding. Michelle stayed behind to enjoy the festivities a littl...
After hiking all day, we stopped at a large, deserted clearing. We were about a mile off the main trail, near a stream. The sun was getting lower on the horizon and you signaled that we should make camp here for the night. According to my pedometer, we'd made it about 12 miles through the ridge today. Not bad, especially considering the constant, up-and-dow...
Yes the time was definitely at hand. The moment of truth. Julia was laid out on the couch, her head lifted on the one, high armrest, her legs spread open, feet holding on the side edges. She laid there looking down along her body at me, her own hands massaging her breasts, cupping and squeezing the delicate delicious mounds, her fingers rolling and pulling...
This is the second episode and only the second time I’ve ever submitted any writings. Before I continue this foolishness I must point out that this episode, as well as the first one (JANET) and an any subsequent episodes are purely fictional. ANY similarities to ANYONE or ANYTHING are purely coincidental. ***** When I got up the room where the girls were...