My name is Noria. I am 35, tall with dark brown hair. For as long as I could remember I fantasized about what a vampire's kiss would feel like. To be touched in the way only a vampire can touch, by his cool fingers, smooth lips, and depthless stare. What would it feel like to have those lifeless hands roam over my body, to touch me where I needed to be tou...
This story is a sequel to “Bhavita Fakir Chhiba – The Discovery” posted in the interracial archives. The introduction is found in Bhavita 01 and 02, which is posted in the first time archives. The author hopes you enjoy all the exploits of this oversexed Indian girl who in this part of the saga has just discovered the joys of interracial sex. In the first p...
Hello, my name is Jessica and let me tell you my fantasy. I am bi-curious with a strong curiosity toward woman. My boyfriend DJ, knows this and wants to make anything I want happen. Well I finally figured it out and he made it happen. For a long time I have wanted to bring another girl in but start off by watching for a bit, while him and her have a littl...
It never happens how you think when you're an eighteen year-old virgin. You imagine the flowing drapes and the passionate romance--that sweet tension in the air that let's you know that everything is going to be purely miraculous. You imagine dancing in formalwear after the Senior Prom, you imagine things involving time, fluidity, and that unique kind of pla...
He awoke to the sound of silence, which was a first. For a moment confusion swept through his tired brain and he couldn't wrap his head around why there wasn't any yelling, swearing, banging on the bars. Then he remembered: I'm out. Then she came to his mind. Jenna. He remembered her curves, her laughter, her smile, but most of all her eyes. Those blue orb...
There was something about the way he put his cufflinks on. I languished, hair on the pillow. Exhausted and smiling, if only every morning were like this. My skin was gleaming, it must be. I didn't mind him leaving. He wasn't the type for holding a woman through a night, and to be honest I wasn't the kind of girl to need it. Olive skin, mid night shirt, wh...
When I first met Dave's wife, I was stunned. After working with Dave for about a year as cooks in an inner city restaurant, we had become pretty good friends - that is, we had a good working relationship. Dave was about ten years older than me, heavy set, and starting to go bald fast. Me, I was the kid in the place, only 21. Working nights in a restaurant i...
As I come upstairs to your room I see your roommate going to study downstairs. This means that you are alone in the room. I will have plenty of time to do what I want to do. I knock on the door. When you open it I see the excitement in your face. You weren't expecting me home this early. You are wearing a white sweater and tight khaki pants and a white scar...
We’re in the wedding dress shop, the shop with the wedding dresses and the lace and the pretty, innocent pictures on the walls. The shop with the quiet, respectable pastoral music playing in the background. You want to show me a dress you saw in the window, a dress you think might be the one, the style you’ve been looking for. Wow, but we’re excited! Two wee...
About a couple of years ago when I first started university, a group of girls approached me and invited me to join their association. I was a struggling student, trying to pay bills and tuition and to be honest, their proposition was a godsend to me. I'm assuming they got my name from a guy I was seeing on and off and he had said some really nice things abou...