Becca pulled her white Rav4 into the driveway and checked to see if her children were asleep. "Okay kiddos, we're home," she called after spying her eight-year-old, Charlie, lost in an iPad and Brian, her two-year-old, staring blankly out the window. She grabbed a bag of groceries from the passenger seat, then unbuckled and hoisted Brian from his car seat....
As Matt walk home from school he eagerly thumbs through the old, thin book he had lifted from the magicians backroom. It had been a stupid dare, but Ronny had put his latest issue of Milfs vs. Teens on the line and Matt had succumbed to his 18-year old hormones. Sneaking backstage had been easy, as the magician was still performing for the rest of Matt's cla...
Beatrice closed the door behind her, dropped the dead-bolt, the ritual had begun. Slowly she undressed, hanging up her coat, placing her shoes on the low shelf beneath the few coat hooks. Then her work clothes, these formed a pile on the small table, naked at last she knelt, carefully assuming the pose required of her. To her left, the door, before her, the...
Author's Note: This story starts slowly and lifts off into an intense sexual fantasy. Enjoy, and I'd love to get your feedback. The lights on stage are dimmed prior to their arrival, on cue, and a spotlight illuminates a plush Victorian-era chaise. The curves of the sofa are romantic, yet striking, and a set of beautiful pillows made of imported fabrics r...
I had just turned 21 and I was enjoying the sun at a nudist retreat that catered to adults, partially to work on my tan, but mostly to try to overcome my shyness at being nude. As I became familiar with my surroundings, I noticed that the retreat was pretty busy with a higher ratio of women to men; just then my thoughts were interrupted as a hand slapped my...
"You better keep on runnin' Don't stop runnin' Keep on runnin' 'Cuz you can't catch me" ― Y & T Used egg slop splattered over the rim of the fat dish, pouring down Hiroshima Black Rain on Don's grease-drenched kitchen shoes. Keedik's fingers were the color of the coffee he continually made, as he burnt his hands on the industrial-sized "joe press." Out...
Note: This story is in present tense. Hot water falls on to my angelic body as I lather my melon sized breasts with a bar of soap. My fiery red hair is smoothing out as it falls down to my firm buttocks. As I wash my long silky legs, I feel my legs are perfectly toned, thanks to the months of long distance running. I rub the soap against my washboard stoma...
As the day wears on my mind aimlessly drifts amid the endless possibilities of its end. I think of holding you closely as to never let go. I see the smile that makes its way onto your face and the gleam that sparkles in your eye as I softly whisper I love you. I think of you with every passing minute as if were the last. As day's end draws near, I think endl...
"Baby, wake up! We're here!" Melissa's' eyes are wide, looking into her new husbands' face, trying to discern whether he understood her or not as he slowly creeps out of his deep restful sleep. He'd worked tirelessly all night to catch up on some work assignments before he took off for vacation. Not to mention the morning wake up call he'd gotten. They'd on...
Based on the Little Rascal's short "Beginner's Luck" * 1. "The muscles on his brawny arms stood out like iron bands." It was Saturday afternoon at the McFarlane home. All around the living room were the female friends of Darlene McFarlane. At 41, Darlene was a very beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her blonde hair came to her shoulders, framing a fa...