Lisa walked into my study to find me staring at a blank Wordpad screen. "Still struggling?" she said after kissing me on the neck and dropping into the armchair by the window. She'd been out jogging. Sweat still glistened on her bronze skin, and her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her sports bra accentuated her large, full breasts and her run...
Author's Note: This is the continuation of the journey of a man and a woman trying to re-ignite the passion in their marriage after raising 3 kids. In Part I, the experiences of a vacation to the Caribbean a year ago proved life-changing and marriage saving. The flame ignited in that trip began to burn a bit hotter each day since. Now this couple wants to ex...
Have you ever met someone and had the feeling you've met them before? That was my first thought when I met Emma, my new neighbour, on the Saturday she moved in next door. We talked over the fence dividing my yard from hers. Emma's face, framed by her long dark hair, looked familiar, but I couldn't think where we might have met. As she flicked back a strand...
Shock and awe. Juli Astonford, Ph.D., felt them both as a cold rain pounded the flagstone surrounding her swimming pool. Juli gazed out the window and heaved a heavy sigh. April could be a cruel month, breeding lilacs from the dead earth. Juli's sigh caused the silken fabric of her blouse to swell and cling as it molded to the shape of her firm breasts. Dr....
A few years ago I won one of those free weeks at a luxury beach resort courtesy of my travel agent. I was able to schedule a week off in April, a month when I would not expect the beaches to be littered with overweight, blotchy tourists and boisterous teenagers. I arrived at the resort at night, and was led to my room – a super, deluxe cabin with a bedroom...
Dollie Tells her Boob Story Dollie's version of her story as she remembers it. I am not much of a writer. I don't even like getting on this computer. My memory slips so with Denny's help I want to add my own stories about my boobs and maybe other things. It probably takes me ten times longer to write than others and I need reminded of some details. At f...
Chapter 2- Angelina This little story is dedicated to (if that doesn't sound too pompous), and certainly inspired by a young lady called Angelina, who is both beautiful and wonderfully daring! I've never met her, but I wish I could. After you have read this story, and if you enjoyed it, then a little bit of easy detective work could lead you to videos of h...
A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, bri...
The gentle breeze from the sea stirred small grains of white sand and tickled the tiny hairs on Alice's brown skin. It also ruffled her fine, blonde pubic hairs and she opened her thighs slightly to enjoy the sensation more. Lying naked on a French beach in warm, late summer sunshine was proving to be one of the most enjoyable experiences so far of her backp...
Most women are exhibitionists. Luckily for men, nearly all men are voyeurs. While making their flashes appear unintentional and/or accidental, many women show men what they all, seemingly, hope and want to see. Playing on men's inherent penchant for voyeurism, exhibitionism is a sexy game that some women play to sexually tease and erotically entice men. Whi...