Where is my friend, my inspiration, my muse? Oh to feel his hands upon me, to stir up ideas begging to be explored. His tall dark body stands before me. Waiting for which fantasy we shall work on tonight. Shall he be the strict teacher teaching the young mouthy girl what her mouth is best used for, while bringing the ruler down on her bare ass? Her skirt l...
Most of these stories are standalone, so you don't have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pt 14. --- Sue came over to see what I was doing, and I told her I had a bunch of stuff to get done this weekend, so I didn't have the time to play with her. She was wearing a sun dress and sneakers. "Do you have a date with Dave this evening?" I ask...
I'm sitting here naked typing this as fast as I can because I just had the most amazing experience! Tonight I had a few people over for dinner -- something I like to do from time to time. I work, usually eat alone, and don't really see the point of making a fuss about food unless I'm entertaining. So a few weeks ago I called some friends and invited them to...
The walk to the farm was not as difficult as I had feared. The road was dusty and pitted with wagon tracks, but the fields and orchards that lay on either side of it were at the height of the growing season and breathtakingly beautiful. Erich strode confidently beside me, all the while describing his memories of the little house that would soon be our home....
The snow piled upon the windows, rounding the corners. The shadows it cast made the cabin much darker than it should be, in the mid-afternoon. She plied the fire with another piece of wood, poking it carefully into the burning pile. Hot ashes danced upwards, celebrating the commitment of the log to the transformative process. The flames were welcoming, and...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter's falls in love with Bill's wife, Tiffany, his best friend's wife. A black Nubian princess, neighbor and friend, she's an ex-stripper. Being as quiet as he could be so that Linda didn't hear him rattling around downstairs, Walter went in the kitchen, grabbed himself a couple of beers and quietly opened the...
This is the next chapter about my first year in college. It is based on my diary from almost 20 years ago. It obviously involves interracial sex so if this offends you, please do not read further. If you like my story, you can read my earlier chapters to get a better understanding of the events unfolding. * I didn't hear from Mark or Brian for the next few...
Thursday, November 3, 2011, Clothing optional = = = = = = = = = = It didn't happen all at once, but in a couple of weeks our household had become clothing optional. Neither of us had gone totally nude yet, but it was just a matter of time. She'd made the first move by coming down one morning dressed, but with her shirt in her hand. She put it on the islan...
The opportunity to fuck the guy next door had probably been there numerous times over the 7 years we had shared a fence, but it was not until a few days before I moved out that I realised it was now or never. He's a couple of years younger than me and has recently lost quite a bit of weight. He's obviously happy with how he looks and I can't blame him. I'd f...
It was an early Wednesday...laundry day. Dana usually used those hours spent in the laundromat as time to herself, away from the distractions of roommates and the incessantly ringing telephone. Today was going to be different, though, she realized as she entered the steamy building. There was only one other person there, sprawled casually in one of the pla...