This is the fifth tale about a fictional weekend of sexual adventure starring Donna. Watching Donna Play was followed by Donna Plays in the Shower; Donna Michelle and Me; and Donna Plays the Next Day. Each is written as a stand-alone story. If you wish, read this first, then enjoy the others. Or read them in order if you prefer. Unlike the others, which I di...
I don't switch. Seriously. I never switch. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of woman who always has to be on top. I certainly enjoy being taken on occasion, but I just don't -- ever -- let myself be topped. So why the hell was I naked and kneeling in his bedroom? He had asked and it just seemed reasonable at the time. This will teach me to agree to thing...
I will throat punch the next person who hears what I do and squeals, "Oh, that must be so nice, getting summers off!" Yeah, being legally unemployed or way under-employed four months out of the year is awesome. Constantly wondering if all my classes will happen as scheduled and a never-ending commute among three different schools wears at my psyche. Nine yea...
Paul stood up first, and I followed his lead. Peter moved closer to us, and we were silent. What do we do? Do we really have the nerve to go farther? Were we all succumbing to the beverages we enjoyed earlier? Would that be a real excuse? Paul took my hand, and pulled me closer to him. We kissed again, this time with more passion. So much for where we were h...
You are too busy to play but I approach silently from behind as you concentrate on your work. Your focus is broken by a vague sense that you are not alone. For a moment you pause alerted by a scent, a sixth sense, atavistic, primal yet dulled by the safe and mind-numbing sameness of civilized chores. You dismiss as nonsense the fleeting thought that you are...
Mrs. Crow was the local slag; most people knew it; some deemed to talk to her others avoided her like the plague. Most men admired her secretly; many would have just loved a turn between the sheets with her but dare not admit it. Like most slags Mrs. Crow did not care what anybody thought of her, in fact she was fearless and outspoken, her one and only fear...
Megan wasn't planning to get fucked when she left her house for a run that morning. At least not consciously. But, two hours later, the sound of a strange man's testicles slapping into naked flesh showed her body had plans of its own. Her day had begun unremarkably. Like most Saturdays, she'd slept in, then thrown on a sports bra and shorts before heading ou...
Dear reader, this is the continued true story of a couple exploring interracial sex as told to me by Amy. My efforts to be the best white bitch a black man could ever hope for paid off. Tashon kept calling me, and for a while I was seeing both he and James on a regular basis. Over time; however, I was spending more time with Tashon. He even got a little a...
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a short erotica but it became longer and I wanted to post something and my friends convinced me to make it a series if not a small one. Part 2 is close behind. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The cat shifters were the horniest shifters of the animal shifter species. The jaguars even more so. A shifter would mark his intende...
Due to my uncertainty about whether Cindy was planning to get me into the sack with a guy that she knew I postponed our next meeting several times. In my head I think I was really scared, and yet also excited and a thousand other emotions too. Cindy had been patient with me and clearly knew that I was delaying our meeting on purpose. My excuses were wearin...