This is a sequel to a story I wrote five years ago. ‘I can see you.’ you could read that first if you wish but not essential. I’ve moved the timeline on the same number of years, the theme of the original story is mentioned but a new theme is the plot. All characters are
Kevin had just gotten his test back from Ms. O’Hara.”Oh shit,” he cried out!Oh now he’s done it. Everybody knows that swearing is not allowed in Ms. O’Hara’s class.”Kevin, you’re going to have to stay after for that!””Oh, great, I’m probably going to have to write something like, ‘I will not swear in Ms. O’Hara’s
DEAR READER! Since this is a novel, I ask for your understanding that not every chapter is full of sex scenes. After all, characters and plot need to be developed. It is about people with deviant sexual desires, with whom they get along more or less well. They help each other to cope with it
“Sean, do you have plans?”The man looked up from his book.His friend of six years was asking him during lunch. He partially took off his headphones to hear better.”Why?” he asked.”Come over the house later. Mom bought a little too much meat for the barbecue. I invited Fred and Ivanesko too,” he replied, chuckling.Sean chuckled
He’d been working with her since the restaurant opened. She started as a hostess when she was a plucky, adorable, 16 year-old. She looked like a young, naïve Taylor Swift — minus the lacquered makeup. Tall, leggy, blonde, great lips, earnest eyes, bouncy butt, perky B’s. He felt like a dirty old man — more
Sitting by the open fire outside we share a glass of wine, you feel the warmth of the gentle flames on your skin as we laugh and talk about the world. You feel my arms wrapped around you as I sit behind you in front of the fire. Our conversation takes a pause as you
This is a work of fiction, though some experiences may have actually happened. This story involves a Muslim high school senior unexpectedly losing her virginity to a Christian boy, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are
Hi. This is a story about the monumental moment of almost every girl’s life especially this girl.All the characters are above 18 years of age and are following all the rules of their state.Please share your comments, suggestions, requests etc. in the comment section or in my Dm’s.Enjoy!!————————————————————————————————————————————–To say she was nervous would be an
My high school girlfriend was an absolute doll – about 5’4″ tall, pleasingly round, with short blonde hair, big brown eyes, a gorgeous butt and a firm pair of tits that I’d say were probably a size C. Faith was, like me, raised in a very religious home in our small Texas town and had
After a long break, I’ve decided to post a few more stories from time to time. As stated in my profile, most of my stories start with a slow but erotic build-up of tension. If this isn’t your thing, you’ve been advised.This is the first part of such a story that will be resolved in
“So how do you feel about this?” Vaishali asked her patient from her comfortable psychologist’s chair.”I don’t know,” came the young woman’s reply seated across from her. “I mean if I really had the answer to that, why would I be here?”Vaishali smiled to herself. It was a classic answer she had heard countless times
I’m a big geek really. I’m five feet five inches tall. I weigh 125 pounds, I have longer brown hair and blue eyes and I only have a few friends.My best friend is Sabrina. She’s like a perfect ten in every way.She is five feet four inches tall and weighs 120 pounds with brown eyes
This is a story adapted from real life, it is about my soul mate and our journey of sexual discovery and the war between our differing sexual appetites. Hopefully part one leaves you just as worked up as I was and wanting more. If you like part one there are many more stories to come.Our
Carlotta was working opposite me in the college library. She had a rich, tanned complexion and deep brown eyes. She was slim, and I would hasard a guess at around 5 ft 10.We had been working at the same table since around 10 o’ clock that morning. Every so often, I would set my eyes
Friday night.Whew, the week is done, time to go out and get loose. Being fairly new in town, I don’t know many folks so I thought I’d just go out. I got a bite to eat at my apartment and climbed into my trusty 510 sedan and set out to blow off steam.The bar I
Katie and Melanie were giggling in front of the computer in Melanie’s dad’s office. They were airbrushing photos of themselves for their MySpace profiles. So far they’d turned Melanie from a brunette into a redhead, made her drop two dress sizes and gain two bra cup sizes, and given her perfect skin. Now Katie was
“Hey Jules, time to put it up.”I hate to stop playing my flute. It’s not a very manly instrument, but I am good at it, and I like being good at something. I’ve always been shitty at sports, and was usually picked last in sports. (When I was younger, I made a point of getting
Danny Ortega was just coming off his shift at his father’s building materials business, the second consecutive summer he had taken the job his father had offered. Building materials aren’t light, so loading, unloading, and managing them can make an already young, strong body rock hard.It can also make it sore and tired. Danny had
Maybe Tricia was not the most beautiful girl at the party, but she was very cute with an athletic body and a big set of tits that I would love to get my hands on. She had been on the girl’s basketball team all through high school and had that jockey, athletic attitude about her
“You know I’m going to miss you, don’t you?” Max, my boyfriend of 5 years looked at me with his big blue puppy eyes. I was leaving the next morning for a six-month internship in Europe. I was in love (or at least I thought I was), but it was time for me to live