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Deziri
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 33

Stories

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Up Le Revard

Jane is sent away to a retreat in the Alps.

Jane struggled up the stairs with her two heavy suitcases. She had been banished by the hospital council to their clinic in south France, and now it was mandatory that she spend a week in a little village up Le Revard, the second tallest mountain in the region. Her best friend had tried to placate the hot headed surgeon by saying, “Think about it as a romantic getaway to the Alps! You can pick up hot French guys, and have...

Choices: Part 1

Dan tries to confess his deep love, and gets beaten to it.

My brother Zan always got what he wanted in life. Most outgoing people do. He’s the lead singer in our successful university band, cracks funny jokes, has a positive outlook on everything. Not to mention his style; vintage shirts, multiple wrist bands on each wrist (gifts from adoring fans), tattered jeans. I’m not particularly jealous of him, because where he lacks, I definitely pick up the slack. I easily manage a ‘Grad...

The Mediation Room

Mediation is not as simple as you think...

She was losing patience for the first time in years. They had been at it for what seemed like hours, yelling, accusing and berating, not caring that their voices bounced off the steel walls and slammed against her head. Spittle flew, eyes bulged, and chairs were abandoned as the couple bounded to their feet in rage. Each word was a sledge hammer that pounded her patience level lower and lower until, finally her eyes saw r...

That tongue...

No strings attached...maybe.

We fucked, She left. Yet still I lust for a lick of her tits, a tease of her tongue. Brushing lightly with my fingertips, against her silken gingertips, making her lick those parted lips, and tease me with that tongue. Her luscious hips providing grips probing her bit by bit with quick thrusts of my tongue. The scent of her breasts still lingers, scraping at my throat. Delving deep with my oiled fingers, I know it wont be...

Show me what I'm looking for...

Rosa gets more than she bargained for after a trip to a new store.

Rosa looked skeptically at the packet, turning it over and over with her fingers. About three hours ago, she was on her way to the market for her monthly supply of fresh fruits and vegetables when she passed a small store with darkened windows. What struck her was that she couldn't remember whether she had ever passed it before, whether it was new or not. It was the name, etched on the dark glass window, which had gotten...