Waking, Summer felt the morning sunlight filtering into her bedroom. Listening as she climbed out of bed, she smiled to herself when she realized she was the first one up in the house. Quietly closing the door to the bathroom, she took a pee and brushed her teeth. Amused by the wild lioness look of her messy bed-head, she ran her hands through her auburn ha...
God it was so hot in Texas that summer—Austin, Texas in August to be more precise. It had been only a few months since my core group of friends and I had graduated from a grueling degree program and we were all set to embark into the big, bad world. I was feeling equal parts eager to get going and terrified to leave the comfort of what had grown to feel like...
Many thanks to honeywldcat for editing this story It was an extra warm early summer day. I had been working on my body to wear my new bikini. It was still too cold to enjoy the beach, so I decided to just enjoy the backyard. I had everything I needed; beach towel, oil, small pillow for my head, book and a tall glass of ice. The ice was slowly turning into...
Saturday was a picture perfect day. Upper 80's, sunny, comfortable humidity, and a gentle breeze that helped cool the hot sun. It was about 2 o'clock and I was relaxing out on my favorite lounge chair by the pool. One of the reason I bought the house was the pool. At thirty years of age I was making good money and was tired of living the apartment life. The...
Thank you all once again for taking the time to read me. Remember it's free and fantasy, so any similarities to anyone or anything are purely coincidence. Please remember to comment and vote. XOXO ***** So as I looked at the outfit, outfit number four, I decided to clean up a bit. My body still trembling from the need for release. I knew what I nee...
Author's note: Willow was originally created for a single story to enter in the Summer Loving story competition. That story, Shy Slutty Willow, still stands on its own, however, once I completed it I realized I had so many further ideas for her that I should write about her further adventures as a multi-part story arc. I toyed with telling the story from Wil...
The warm August night embraced the lovers. She unfolded a blanket onto the slightly dewy bed of grass. He retrieved the bottle of Chardonnay from the picnic basket and set it next to the earthy cushion upon which they would lie. Each of the lovers' minds raced with thoughts and hopes of what the sultry night would bring. "What did you say the names of thes...
Daniella D'Annunzio stood in the shower behind the Oveja Negra, scrubbing her backside with a combination of soap and black "taqsa" powder. Apparently the chupika paste that Dani had so readily accepted the night before was not quite as temporary as she had believed at the time. Blended with some sort of dried berry -- the "chupika," Taksa Kuchu had happily...
I'm in a small Greek town, in the late summer. Quiet streets, shuttered houses, sun and leaf shadows on the paving. Most Greeks away on their summer holidays, the bars and cafés quiet. I sit in a cafe on the main square sipping a tiny coffee, and gradually became aware of the interest of a pair of Greek girls a few tables away. They glance briefly at me, tal...
The weekend was ours to spend in the moment of lush reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The city seemed to crowded, the sea told us to look to the West and the cries of autumn beckoned us to the hills. We decided to spend the weekend at my home lost amongst the hills, the fall season in full swing, blessed with perfect Indian Summer days. Sunday, a lazy day...