She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street. “Fries, please. And a Diet Pepsi.” I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s. “Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any...
I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself. A little background or something… But you don’t really want to know about me. You want to know about Summer, right? We met… well, that’s kind of boring too. Let’s just say we met at an event. Or rather, that’s the first time we met as adults. I found out later that she was my niece. Long story short, I didn’t care much for my family. Feeling was mutual, so I didn’t bo...
“Do you trust me?” she asked, and I’d answered without thinking, my words followed with a soft kiss, my body tingling all over as she pulled me closer, her tongue slipping easily between my lips. “Of course I do. Why would you even ask?” I answered breathlessly, feeling the welcome warmth of desire kissing the insides of my thighs. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. “You make m...
Sprite was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no sex or seduction in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Sprite `without sex or seduction?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very slutty), whether the pleasure of writing erotica would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding pen and paper, when suddenly a redhead with lovely boobies ran close by her.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Sprite think it so very much out of the way to hear the redhead say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late for the lesbian orgy!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the redhead actually took a Rabbit Vibrator out of her backpack, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Sprite started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a redhead with a Rabbit Vibrator, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after her, and fortunately was just in time to see her pop into a kinky sex club.
In another moment in went Sprite after her, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again...
Interests writing, music, movies, cats, day dreaming.
Favorite Books a wide variety, from comics to historical novels, to fantasy, to non-fiction.