Her full lips, perpetually poised to break into a delightfully unguarded smile were trembling. His fingers brushed over her cheek painting a light flush of crimson. Gently her lips parted. Instinctively she moistened them imploring his fingers onwards. He traced the curve of her mouth, savouring each small tremor of arousal before gliding his hand down to re...
Hello, and welcome to the seventh issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment...
Part 4: Note to readers: If you have not read the first 3 parts of this story you may want to take a moment and do so as this is a direct continuation of them. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them for you. Please feel free to send me feedback. Happy reading!!! As you stand there hands against the window, y...
Tomorrow came, but my only surprise was to take Sean shopping for girl clothes. Whispering his selections to me, he chose some impossibly short padded pink hotpants, a lacy white half shirt, white stockings, specialty high pink heels, and a matching hot pink wonderbra and panties. He wasn't allowed to wear them. "There will be a bigger surprise," I promised,...
A knock on the door brought me back from the book I was reading. As expected my girlfriend Amy waited outside. Unexpectedly Amy's platinum blond hair spilled down her back like a gleaming waterfall rather than the sporty pony tail she usually wore. The rest of her outfit was similarly impressive. A short jet black cocktail dress and matching sandals perfectl...
I went to bed thinking about my boyfriend Sean. I closed my eyes and thought about him as I drifted off to sleep. I couldn't have been asleep long when I woke myself up caressing my breasts, pinching and pulling on my very hard nipples. As I lay there naked, I continued lightly caressing myself. Oh god it felt so good. Using two hands, I cupped one breast b...
VII Dreams and Visions Sarah usually understood the difference between dreams ripped from the depths of her mind and those that just skimmed the surface. This wasn't one of those times. Despite countless hours of meditation and prayer, learning how to channel her deity's power into a mortal form and her own considerably grounded ego, she couldn't make he...
She had been standing quietly in the dimly lit room for a while now, her arms tied to something over her head; she was blindfolded and wearing only her tank top and panties, and her breath was coming in shallow little gasps of anticipation. What had she gotten herself into? Her imagination played erotic pictures across the darkness of her blindfold. She ha...
I open my eyes to find him still lying beside me. We're not touching, but our bodies are close, and I can feel his warmth radiating, and I can smell him. He smells of faded cologne; of sweat; of us. The scent of sex is heavy in the air. It smells like him and me, and makes me ache for more as I watch his chest rise and fall in slow shallow breaths. My hand...
Dear Dirty Diary, A few days and Doug and I were shopping in the mall. We went into a restaurant for a coffee. To my surprise, we saw my sweet Louise who, as it turned out, was a hostess there. When our eyes met, her shone dark and sparkling. Her nipples swelled and poked through the bodice of her blouse. We flirted back and forth with coy little glances to...