'So are you looking forward to the weekend trip?' Clare asked the next morning. She was sitting in bed, the crisp white sheets covered just up to her navel. She was reading a book on sailing, obviously looking forwards to the weekends yacht trip. The book mostly covered her breasts but I lay and admired her anyway. 'Sure, it will be fun, Pascal and Veroniqu...
During the course of our evening meal, neither of us brought up the invitation for me to be model in the swimwear fashion show. We had been drinking a pleasant champagne all evening and we were both in horny moods. Barry kept teasing me about my nipples poking through the pale apricot colored silk mini dress that I was wearing. It had a central slash from th...
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This is literally the first story I ever wrote, back in 2001 (although I did a rewrite in 2004). It is more of a fun tease, as opposed to anything romantic. This is bluedragon storytelling "lite", so have fun with it and don't take anything too seriously. PART 1: Tennis Match *** I thought I had the match won. Up 5-4 in the final and deciding set, 40-15 i...
The fabric of her satin panties had been rubbing against her freshly shaven vagina since she left the house. As she waited for the elevator to open to the fourth floor, she adjusted her underwear to feel more comfortable against the skin of her crotch. All she wanted to do was take them off to alleviate the irritation it was causing. Her husband was pushing...
The sixth night… Carol's pussy was dripping wet and her face was completely flushed. She pulled her fingers out from between her legs right before her last orgasm could peak. Yes, the dirty scene flashing across the computer screen had certainly put her in the mood again and it was time to head to the bedroom and her waiting husband. She logged off t...
Jaelyn was sick. She stood beside Bryan, the tension emanating from him so palpable she could have scooped it up with a spoon. How had this happened? She glanced at him; blood had pooled on his left eyebrow again and she glared at Keith who actually looked a lot worse than Bryan, his nose had already begun to swell and was dripping scarlet blood onto his whi...
My name is Louis. I'm White and I love my Vietnamese wife so much, but Lilly calls me "Daisy Lou, a Dick-sucker" nowadays, and she's 8 months pregnant from a Nigger-man named Jerome. She keeps me in her panties; it makes me feel good, feminine and servile. Since she doesn't wear panties anymore, now that she's a Nigger-loving wife, she told me I should wear...
This is the true story of how, after knowing each other for more than ten years, I found myself in bed with one of our closest family friends. I've changed the names and a few other details that might give too big a clue to my or Penny's true identities, but otherwise this is exactly how it happened – or at least it's how I remember it! In her early fortie...
Chicken, it was a word we had used from childhood to challenge our partners and good friends into doing outrageous things, from jumping off the cliffs at the local lake, to playing ding dong ditch on the School Principal's house. The first time my girlfriend used the word during some hot sexy role play, we got carried away, resulting in Sara's impregnation....