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Chapter NineLindsay emerged from a deep, but short-lived slumber in the early morning hours to a sensation of delirious, unrestrained happiness, and allowed herself to bask in it before trying to figure out what the cause of it was.Why did she feel this way again?The eighteen-year-old rotated her head and took survey of Pamela’s luxurious
My partner Marylin and I enjoyed a wide range of sexual activities together and we had both lost any sexual inhibitions we may have had many years ago.Both of us were in our early forties and were in good physical condition. We had often fantasised while having sex about another women watching us in bed.
I lived in a really old neighborhood in a house built during the Civil War to hide slaves on their way north along the Underground Railroad. So there was a tunnel with an entrance in my downstairs bedroom that went to the house next door for slaves to escape thru. There was a little room
His early dinner date was set up for five o’clock. The woman known as sensual kitty would be meeting him her future Master at the Derby Steak House. The sun light reflected off the glass exterior as he approached the door carrying the large flat silver wrapped box. The Master paused momentarily, as he stepped
This is the first in a series of first-person stories of a shy, small town boy discovering his bisexual side later in life. Not all experiences are “sexy” as unexpected emotions and reactions are uncovered during the events that unfold.–The video store – my first experienceAs a child of the 60s I was raised in
Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota VI Rule ChangesAfter a night spent nursing on Master’s cock as he slept, I decided that I belonged with Master full time. I told him while I was riding his wonderous cock, and he had rolled me over in a welcome home fuck. He was so anxious for me to
My Aunt Sarah – Part 5I slept soundly another night, falling asleep, thinking of my aunty; it was Thursday morning.Looking out, I could see that the weather was terrible, it was raining, and it looked chilly to say we were in June. Well, that’s scuppered my picnic idea!I texted my aunt, “Raining? Urgh, what now?
Basically just a wierd fantasy of mine, if you like the story I might make more… PS I hope it never happens to me though… A Saturday night out, what could be better? That’s right, a Saturday night out in Vegas! I had saved money for this trip for a little over a year and
Bartending: Fake IDI’ve bartended for 10 years at various bars in the 80s and 90s. Being a bartender you flirt with everyone that enters the place to make tips. Sometimes things get wild. The story is true. Specific conversations are often artistic license when I can’t remember but the events happened…. The night wound down
A woman is taken captive by three horny men, and tries to make a deal She found herself bent over the end of a bed, her ankles tied to the bedposts and her arms stretched out above her head and tied securely to the headboard. She was still wearing a green tank top with her
Melanie and Melissa were mother and daughter. They were also best friends. Melanie had Melissa when she was twenty and was so glad that even though Melissa was now 19 she still hadn’t moved away. They would do everything together from shopping to critiquing boys and men they saw. They always laughed together and had
Schools out…but I’m trapped in.PART 1: ANYA’S CAPTURE((((OK quick note before anyone reads this it’s a first for me. Not the writing erotic, well sort of, I generally stick to erotic romance. Hence the slight romantic element, sorry if you don’t enjoy it or if for a first part it isn’t sexy enough for you.
Midwinter on the northern plains is cold and windy, but my border collie knows how to keep his girl warm. You will get a sentimental feeling when you hearvoices singing, “Let’s be jolly,pack my ass with border collie…” We live “out here on the edge of the prairie,” as the guy on the radio used
One day when i was sleeping, I felt a hand coming up my thighs and ass. I tried to move my hips, but his hand grabbed me and pulled me back in.”Be still my little slut” he said in a deep voice. I got scared and just as I was about to scream out loud
Chapter 12It was all Marcia could do to keep her hands off Connor that evening. He didn’t bring work home very often but he had some paperwork he needed to attend to before the deadline for expense claims, which was imminent. Marcia wouldn’t let him settle, though, playing with his hair and whispering in his
Please don’t read if you are upset by stories of rape and murder otherwise enjoy it is all fiction remember and I don’t condone non consensual sex in anyway!! Paula pulled up outside the motel room, it was late and dark, the sky full of heavy cloud which promised a storm later. Paula felt tired
Kristin sighed as she gazed out the kitchen window, watching the neighbor boy mow his lawn. She absentmindedly traced a fingertip along the neckline of her tank top, dipping beneath the fabric. Her nipples were already hard.It had been over a week since Lupe went back to work, and Kristin was going out of her
Author’s Note: More characters, more fun, right? Enjoy!After their very satisfying interlude in the Home Wood clearing, Peter suggested touring the Dower House since it was just a quick walk from the site of their debauchery. It was actually in much better condition than the old caretakers had led Peter to believe. They even found
The crowd was thick and it was still early, but we managed to grab one of the last open tables. I nodded to a few familiar faces while my husband set up our cooler. The theme tonight was inconsequential; unless it was Halloween the outfits generally remained the same. Short, tight and revealing. I’m not
Steve here:It all started with a good night’s sleep.I was a rising college senior, As a freshman, I’d gone out for track – cross country – but quickly found that the coach expected his runners to spend time running more than spend time studying, so I dropped that, still ran, but just for myself to