I have been aroused all day my nipples are burning; my clit is tingling with anticipation. I am tired of my own touch so tired that I am almost exhausted by it. I decide to take a quick fast hot shower hoping that it will exhaust some of the fire between my legs. I dry, quickly still somewhat wet, I lay down on the bed naked hoping if I again play with my se...
He awoke to the half-light of sunshine through the drawn curtains, not sure where he was... Then, seeing the woman lying next to him, realized it had not all been some amazing dream! Not ready to wake up quite yet, he lay back down beside her, put his arm over her, and settled back in... Still asleep, she rolled onto her side, with her back to him, so he fi...
Here is the long awaited story of Mrs. Forman and young Steven Hyde. I'm sorry if it took so long, but I needed time to research the characters before I began. After watching 4 or 5 episodes and reading a Wikipedia bio, I decided Kitty was 40 and Hyde 19 in around 1976. My story opens before Hyde moves into the Forman house, but continues once he's settled i...
He loved to watch her sleep. He had convinced himself, that because they were dating, he was not a peeping tom. He lived right next door anyway. There was, however, something exciting about watching her while she was just being herself with no outer influences. His name was Tim, and he had been dating Autumn for about two months, although they had known each...
The room is warm, a fire crackling in the fireplace. Dozens of scented candles provide the rest of the illumination as I watched the petite curly haired blonde reach behind her and slowly unzip her little black dress. She turns away from me and shrugs the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to her thin waist. It's the girl that had made a pass at me at...
My name is Susan Mitchell, and my story is true. That is seems wild and incoherent I am aware, however it's truthfulness remains, for this is what has happened... no, what IS happening to me. To tell myself that it is over would be a joke. I know that door will open soon, when it does I may never be able to write again, so getting down my story now is impera...
Um, hi. I feel really strange doing this but you wouldn't believe how many times I came just reading your letter. You aren't some kind of weirdo, are you? I hope not. It's so scary how you know how to touch the inside of me, the heart of me with your words, as if you know me. Do you know me? I wonder if you're someone that I see every day, a kindred spirit...
This is the story of the Lady Gypsy and the Oak Spirit. Our gypsy woman was wild - wild with repressed desire - searching for a release. Her patient shire horse slowly hauled her gypsy caravan through the summer dusk of the English countryside. The oak tree attracted her - somewhere to camp for the night - under its ageless boughs. The night grew darker as...
Prologue – The Dream The dream was always the same. In the darkness of our bedroom I came to my lover, joining him in the pale moonlight wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown, my heart pounding and my love for him greater than ever. In my dream I was aware of everything. The impossible softness of the carpet between my toes, the gentle caress of the...
She awoke just before her alarm as usual, but she felt different this morning. Maybe it was being back home in her childhood room, or that she felt like a total failure at life. Or maybe it was the strange dream she had in the middle of the night. Meg had never had a sex dream. Many of her friends talked about having them, but she never had, until last nigh...