He did a very good job on her left feet. Eva retracted that leg and stretched the right one out on his laps. He dipped the brush in the paint bottle and continued painting her nails. He had become an expert in female body grooming, thanks to his mistress, Eva, who made sure she trained him well to serve her in every way possible. It was a day before the po...
Ah, Gina! Gina is beautiful. She distracted half the neighborhood when we were much younger. Tall, blonde, with her mother's enormous breasts and natural athletic musculature, she looked like a walking wet dream. Plentiful guys did doubletakes over her Irish/Italian good looks, blondish curly mane of hair and freckles; she bedeviled all the young men and th...
The students in this story are in their final semester of high school, and all of them are 18 years old. Copies of their birth certificates are on file in the principal's office. ***** The girls always took a little longer than we did to get ready, and so we always had to wait for them to come out. We'd mill around self consciously in the middle of the gym...
"The Coeds" is a series of short stories (some longer than others) about the sexual exploits of six freshman girls at a fictional college. The stories are organized by character, and, occasionally, the same story is told from multiple perspectives. Although it draws inspiration from real-life events (and some of the stories are not too far off), the names an...
This story contains scenes of interracial and bisexual sex. If that offends you, STOP READING! Chapter 1 The excitement was palpable as the four couples made their way to their suite on the cruise ship. They all lived in the same cul de sac in a suburb of a major city. Over the years, they had swapped babysitting, attended countless christenings, barbeque...
The evening after our little escapade at the barbershop we went out with our friends, Larry and Sharon. Larry and I had met several years before when we both worked at the same company. We'd both since moved on to other jobs, but had formed a good friendship and stayed in touch pretty regularly. Katie and his wife, Sharon, hit it off as well so our two famil...
The letter expected was already in the post. It arrived at Lyney House two days later, the Doctor's receptionist being frugal with her employers expenses had used a second class stamp. It dropped through the door, and James collected it with his other post. Realising immediately what this was, he called Abby on her mobile straight away. "It's here." "What d...
If you read this story, please vote. And if you vote, please comment. It gets lonely sitting at a computer, you know. ;-) ***** Sylvia pulled to a stop in the driveway of a comfortably old, but well-maintained farmhouse just as her graduate advisor was coming out the kitchen door. She got out of the car and waved, "Hey, Professor Phillips." "Hey, Sylvia,...
Authors Note: This is a continuation of my story that began in Fall From Grace. The stories I am writing are true and describe a transformation in my life, at least as I remember them. Nothing has been embellished unless it is how we all embellish our stories as time passes. Someone made a public comment that said these stories should be nonconsent. These ar...
By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced that tonight I could do anything. Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. With all the slutty things I had done...