This summer had been unusually warm and therefore Linda had worn only a shear floral sundress to beat the heat of day. She loved the way it’s softness felt as it caressed the flesh of her beautiful body. Her every movement reminding her of the sensual excitement she felt of the nakedness under her dress during the days activities. She loved the way it breath...
Beau sits on a concrete bench in bright Tivoli Gardens. He is happy to be resting, but hates conceding that his feet are sore and that he is unlikely to be able to carry on much longer into the sunny night. The rides and amusements of Tivoli remind him vaguely of Coney Island or the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. Tivoli, however, is cleaner and more orderly—the way h...
Was It Real Or Was It A Dream? What had been a large eight-hour candle only a week ago sputtered crackling in it death throes. Misty and Geoff had picked out that candle and several others the last time he was home matching the colors perfectly to the bathroom's deep green and pretty pink décor. It was a passion for both them that everything in their home...
Authors note: This is a true story. The only thing changed was the names of those involved. ***** Finally, I got my friend home. I've successfully kept her from being arrested and thrown in jail. I've got her home, to her room and into her bed. She's lying there crying her soul out, and having massive panic attacks. The grief of her lost child from years...
It was one of those unbearably hot London days where the heat brings no pleasure but merely becomes a stifling blanket that lies over the great city, making people restless and short-tempered. My friend Sherlock Holmes would have been pacing the room eagerly awaiting news of criminal activity as he always referred to it as a 'murderous heat', making tempers...
"So." My pause went a little long, hesitant. "What do you think?" Patricia and I had met as seniors in high school, stayed together when we went off to colleges three hours away from each other. We'd made out, gotten to second base after her senior prom -man, back in the day those panty girdles were better than chastity belts- and zoomed off to my New York...
Melanie and I fell into a routine. I started staying over at her place so often that my own apartment became little more than a place to keep my extra clothes. We would fuck constantly. No occasion was off limits. In the shower, obviously. And occasionally she's jerk me off in the bath or I'd finger her until she squirted into her bubble bath. She's suck m...
This story was written for the following prompt: The succubus was able to secretly cast one last curse before being sealed away again by the party. It may look like an immodest tattoo on her pelvis, but it's actually a magic sigil that keeps her in a desperately aroused state while making her unable to cum. She's too embarrassed to get help. Contains: orgas...
As much as she hated how she felt afterwards, Mary started to fall into a routine. Once or twice a week when her kids were at school and George was at work, Mary would drink a bottle of wine while watching Emily and masturbating furiously. Mary always made sure to shower first as, more often than not, she imitated Emily in licking her pussy cream off of her...
Akemi was performing in a dance recital at the college. I barely knew her then but really wanted to see. I'd come to the auditorium but had gotten hung up by students asking questions after class, arrived late, missed her part. We talked afterward. I said I hoped to see her dance later, asked if another chance would come soon. She said yes, a performance was...