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Stacy's Submission - Chapter 2

Stacy and Becca go on their second date, sort of...

Stacy waits outside the restaurant. She's just as nervous as before, but a little more excited. She wears her favourite shoes; burgundy flats with little white bows on the front. Her thin cream socks have little frills around the ankle. The air is fairly...

Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1

Stacy meets the girl of her dreams. What will it take to keep her?

Stacy sits in a small restaurant at lunch. The remains of her sandwich lie on a plate at the corner of her table. She stares at her laptop screen trying to improve her resume, yet again. Her work experience is pretty much blank. Ugh, I can't get two years...

Having My Way...Part 4

I want to show my love that I can give him pure pleasure.

I straddled my loves face as he lay on the bed, lowering my pussy until I felt his warm breath on my wet lips. I felt the feathery touch as his tongue flicked out to touch my pussy, like he was getting his bearings, so to speak. I would not let him remove...

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I am nothing

The feel of my girl

I am nothing (The feel of my girl) I want to feel your lips Press against mine Taste your essence Feel it pour inside To complete me (I am nothing) I need your hands to cup my face Ever so gently tilt my head back So that your essence Continues to flow To...

Dressed up

Getting ready

Red lipstick  dark eyeliner powdered cheeks Nice long blue dress blue high heels blue stockings You are  in my eyes  in my arms All this you do  each night  just for me Hours spent  getting ready  for me Only to be  undressed in minutes  once you come int...

Worship of Flesh

Love for the taste and fragrance of women

I squeeze rose petals And pour the juice onYour shaven mound,And watch the dropsTrickle down between yourPetals, which are rosier Than the flower I crushed. I smell the open lips And taste them.Ah! How well the rose juice and your own have blended. Ignora...