Please do not copy this or republish in any way without my explicit permission. Some ages, locations, and names have been slightly altered to protect people involved. Both of us in this story are eighteen years old or older. I am a new writer and would appreciate feedback. Enjoy!————————————————“So what do you want to watch?”
I’ve always been a very shy person, unlike my siblings who were very gregarious and outgoing. So it came very much as a bolt out of the blue when I broke the news that I had proposed to a girl, beating them to it. They couldn’t quite believe where I’d mustered up the courage from
Fair Warning: This story is going to be a long one, narrated by characters aged eighteen years.This is my attempt at writing something with a mature and slightly morbid content. I hope you enjoy this story.Tags — High School, First Time, Romance* * *Harp Un-strungTake me to a place far awayAway from this chaosAway from
====================================All characters are 18 years or older.This story contains elements of first time and light bondage.Austin has a terrible night out with his best friend and long-time crush Alanna.A big thanks to Antematter for his editing suggestions, and another big thanks to CupcakeSparky for her copy editing. Hopefully you all appreciate the work she put
I noticed her my first day in design class, the art design class, an unusual course selection for an engineering major. I could not help looking at her because she looked so very young. She must be, I thought at first, a local high school student, who was smart enough to take a college course.
SummaryThe “O” series is tasteful, gentle, soft, artistic erotica unlike anything you have read. There’s no sex, yet it is completely sensual and erotic. They are the internal personal growth stories of women, who during unexpected dramatic events, experience an uninduced, spontaneous orgasm from their struggles’ culmination in a moment of extreme emotional intensity. If
I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called “winter baby”. Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time
He walks in through the garage door, dropping his briefcase on the kitchen counter. His tie already loosened. “Hey Samantha. Good night? Kids give ya any crap?””Hey! Nope, they were great, as always. Got them to bed about an hour and a half ago, just been hanging out since then.” I’m wearing a sundress that
“Come on kid, show me what you got.”Another day at the park, and another disbeliever to prove something to. Will thought that by now people would quit acting so surprised, but every time he beat one of them they still looked at him in awe, as if they doubted what they had seen was possible.As
Author’s Note: The events described herein happened when I was eighteen, and a virgin. Yes, that dirty old man St. Nick turned me into a trick. He made me ride his “north pole” like a cowgirl and he slid down my hot little chimney. But I never did get all the presents he promised me
This series of stories are mostly true, based on the journals I’ve kept through the years and my memory. Most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent, or not so innocent. No one (except maybe my wife) would ever describe me as good looking, much less handsome. I’m short, about 5’6″, medium
You walk into your lofty apartment, the door closing behind you, and drop your purse on the ground as though, if it weighed more than a ton of bricks. You think to yourself, “Why must people be so hard on those who serve them?”, “It is not as though you are taking their orders, having
Chapter 13. Jenny’s back… with me.It was the second Tuesday night after Thanksgiving when I went out to meet a few of our friends for snacks, drinks and conversation at Perkins. My housemate Brian was prepping for a trial and said he was going to stay home so I headed out alone.It was packed. There
I stood there naked. I had been awoken early, manscaped by a female healer, fucked like a cowboy and feasted on one the tastiest pussies that I have ever encountered. Betty was probably ten or fifteen years older than me and experienced in the ways of healing and sex. Time with Betty was a spiritual
I have here completely true story of how I first lost it. I swear, I couldn’t make this one up if I tried!I met James at the local rodeo in town, and fell instantly in love. He was so dreamy, with his long shaggy hair and ripped concert T-shirt. He was every father’s nightmare for
A Brief Recap of Wednesday Evenings With Babs Pt 04As the Thanksgiving holiday approached, James and Babs shared two more Wednesday evenings in her shower and then in her bed.James was so taken by his first experience eating pussy that for their fifth session he suggests that she ride his mouth instead of his cock.
Author’s Note: The first two chapters of Tracey (see: Chapter 1, Chapter 2) have been modified to correct minor grammatical errors and continuity issues, and a few details have been added here and there. You might want to re-read them before continuing with Chapter 3. -W.S.I saw little of Tracey over the next few days.
Chapter ThreeI slowly came to on the Saturday and realised I was alone. I had slept really well and so guessed that my fuck buddies had finally spent the night in their own bed.As I laid on my bed I heard Emily downstairs. She was humming loudly and making her usual noise in the kitchen.
Let’s start this off by saying I’m not much into Dom/Sub relationships but enjoy a little cock cage action. Now this is something I have just recently gotten into part of which I lightly would see videos of a cumdump wearing a cage that excited me but not all the leather BDSM part. I digress…..Let
Jazzie had been having some kind of confab with her friends over at their own lunch table. That was OK with me – I’d never been a really social type of girl. I was eating alone, trying to get caught up on my advanced sociology paper. Our assignment was to write about ‘The Influence of