Disasters strike. * We spent every night fucking, then sleeping, then sometimes fucking again first thing in the morning before I went to work. I left her almost tearful on Friday morning, packing all my clothes in the car. I promised faithfully to be back the next Monday. I had my mother to see, and I needed to press on with the prototype. Monday afterno...
Her nipples stuck right out! I guess that's what I liked most about Monique. I'd been in the spa with her twice, nothing happened. She wore Bikinis and her husband Terry was in the Spa with us. Her Rose coloured nipples poked at the wet fabric of as if they were trying to burrow their way through her Bikini top. She new I was looking at her and, I think...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** It's 05:34 exactly and the sun has barely risen on this clear, crisp morning in early May. I'm gingerly making my way up the stairs, holding a breakfast tray in front of me, being careful not to spill its meticulously prepared contents. Eggs, sc...
Chapter 5 Three hours later Marla was a wreck, begging the clock to speed up so she could leave, but it stubbornly went at regular speed – or maybe slower, she thought – counting down two more hours before the early departure time Sandy had negotiated for her. Not that she'd been much use in the office so far today. She couldn't concentrate and kept slippin...
The entire morning had been a mental and physical blur. An afternoon and evening of unbridled erotica and sex with a gung-ho twenty-year old was more than my forty-year old mind and body could comprehend. (See New Neighbors-8/14/02) I guess that the encounter with Stephanie actually caused less consternation than having her mother, Beth, approve. And to basi...
As he kissed her, Jay lifted Sasha off the ground. It was incredible to feel those hard muscles around her ample body and then to lift her as though it were nothing. Because she was full figured, Sasha had never been lifted by a man, but Jay had such a determination in his kisses and urgency to his grasp, that it seemed easy for him. She felt so female, so e...
Dusk is my favorite time of day. I suppose it came to be a few months ago. I had had a rather tiring day at work. As I made my way up to my twelfth-story loft, I began imagining the warm bath I'd soon draw and the sweet release my pillow held. Stepping through the door, I set my purse on the couch and cast my keys to the nearby table. With an unwinding sig...
Welcome to my futuristic sci-fi world! As the story goes on, the characters will be explained a bit more as to what they are. Thanks to my editor, pandybear311, for the help with the editing. :) As always, comments and feedback are welcome as long as it's constructive. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the story! "Well, you're a new face aroun...
Sara was in the kitchen washing up when her husband, John, came downstairs finishing a call on his mobile. "Who was that on the phone hun?" Sara asked him. "Oh, it was Clarke from work, trying to organise a poker night. I said we could do it around here if you don't mind." She was more than happy for John to have his mate's round, after all she had enough...
Disclaimer: Though this story has a high school setting, both characters are over the age of 18. * Jackson sits at his desk, anxiously tapping a pen against his temple and watching the ancient clock on the wall tick one minute closer to 4:30. He's begun to look on these after school tutoring sessions with a strange mixture of anticipation and dread. No, he...