Chapter 02: Two dreams fulfilled I apologize for the extremely long delay in the second and final chapter. Sometimes stories need time to grow, to evolve, to appear. Sometimes, life just gets in the way. I hope you all enjoy! ------- Mia and I depart the club and head straight for her studio apartment in a high rise building. Unfortunately, we had company...
Authors note: All characters, organizations, creatures, and events are fictitious in nature and are not meant in any way, shape, or form to represent any entity in reality. All similarities are purely coincidental and should be disregarded as a fictitious work of writing. Any characters who are involved in or conduct in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Th...
I'm not really sure how to start my story. Is it too cliché of me to say, "It was a dark and stormy night?" Or should I give some backstory first? I'm trying to finally write out the worst single day of my life and I can't even figure out how to start. Fuck it, I'll give some background. I had met Summer my sophomore year of high school, when she came in as...
In Chapter 3, on a date with Mike, Nancy is pushed to be a flagrant exhibitionist. She runs into Billie Jean, her acquaintance from a restaurant restroom in DC. She and Mike join Billie Jean and her sugar daddy Al to continue the evening at Al's place. Nancy is scared as to what might happen there. *********************** Al's apartment was beyond my abili...
My wife's name is Cyn. Her black hair, warm brown eyes, copper complexion, long shapely legs that are inches apart as they reach her slim hips and firm cupped buns, her erect posture and lovely upturned nice sized breasts, her quick wit and sexy smile, her high cheekbones and her soft but well defined jaw-line, her smooth almost silky skin, the black hair of...
iv. It was eight o'clock in the evening and Ofelia was watching television with her brother and her Mom in the living room of their apartment. Dominga, Ofelia's Mom, was standing behind the couch, running a brush through her daughter's long dark hair, half paying attention to the television, half paying attention to Ofelia's hair. Manuel was sitting close...
Note- Another tall tale of Kate Middleton's University years, or is it? Scotland, December 2001. About tea time. x "HUMPH, OOF, OH!" Kate Middleton, six months into her Freshman year at the University of St. Andrews in Fife, was bent at the waist as she looked out of her dorm window onto the busy Campus three floors below. "Busy for this time of year,...
"Thanks, Mary. Honestly, I don't know how it happened," Carmen said, taking the large box from her former antagonist. The blonde shrugged, sending ripples through her impressive bust, which forced Carmen's eyes away. It was getting harder to ignore such things, more so with Mary proudly showing off her chest. The shirt even had the cup-size embroidered into...
Hours after she left, I woke up alone and felt exquisitely naked. Sticky all over with dried sweat and saliva, I could still smell her on my skin, like yogurt and rosewater. I sat up studied myself in the mirror. My rust-red hair and cream-white skin. My every curve looked pink and puckered like her lips after a long, wet kiss. I lifted my arms above my tang...
This story follows on chronologically from 'Charlotte Goes To A House Party' but can be read as a separate story. As a student in my last year of university I was mainly focused on my studies and having a boyfriend from my home town meant that I wasn't constantly out partying and looking to hook up with guys, although I had let my faithfulness slip on occa...