The room is bathed in deep orange and red, making the dark purple walls swell with colour and turning the cream bedspread into an alien landscape. Shadows from the four-poster are cast across the floor creating a runway, an entrance to your stage, a guide to your audience - me. I'm sat in a darkened corner, away from the sensual light of the fading sun. The only illumination coming from the burning red embers of my cigare...
At dinner, my mom’s eyes were fixated on my sister’s neck. My dad was going on and on about something that happened at his work, but I have no idea what it was because of the tense electricity in the dining room as my mom, sister, and I sat quietly, trying to act normal. Ava was brushing her foot against mine discreetly under the table, and I got bold and found my mom’s bare foot and did the same to her a couple times as...
Stiletto heels, ambience music with a soft pounding beat, chocolate treats and lots and lots of champagne. This is not your average "girl's night out." Instead it is a night at an all-girls sex party hosted by Katherine DeCroix, the founder of the already infamous, FlirtySkirts. As a reporter for Girl21 e-magazine, I was more than a little nervous when my editor assigned a strictly straight married woman like myself to th...
Lola’s pussy is a thing of beauty Sleek, lustrous and silken Sweet, but oh, so very naughty! A wanton, flirtatious creature Despite this decadent behaviour Lola’s pussy inspires devotion She is such a playful kitty! A treasure seeking worship and adoration And yet, whilst most pussies are content With what they can get Lola’s pussy is different Always wanting more What is it this furry creature desires? A loving car...
When I was about eighteen, I started to become quite attracted to my little sister who is two years younger than I am. It was no big deal at first. She was cute and I assumed it was normal and temporary. I didn’t think much of it. Then, one day, when I was home on break from college, I happened to notice a pair of purple cotton panties in the hamper and I sniffed them and got so horny that everything changed. I was now ob...
*Tuning out, last period, Religion* Teacher, "...now turn to page 175, we will begin comparing themes from the old testament to what we find in..." *...drifting away...* Fresh pressed cane is added to my bath. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. My body is smooth from magnolia oil, glistening with flakes of gold and silver from the living waters. The baths are carved in solid gemstone. My tub is rose quartz, a blushing...
Mmm...there was nothing better, than feeling my pussy eaten, while I ate pussy. You were my favorite thing to eat after school. I didn't want you to see how eager I was, but it would drip all over your face. When your heat and smell would consume me, I'd ache for you. I liked to breathe you in deep and slow, pressing my face into your juice, my lips and tongue wrapped around your sweet clit. I would baptize myself in your...
The morning sun casts through the blinds, painting stripes of light onto her perfect shape. I grab my cock, eyes tracing the cleft of her still-damp labia. He'll be home soon; the man who owns this pussy. Mine for another few moments, I mount her, nudging her lips to spread with my engorged tip. Pushing, I sink into wet nirvana. She wakes with a moan. Bottoming out deep, her slick heat clings when I pull, hugs when I push...
His tongue slowly strokes the valley between her pussy lips. Her legs widen, a low moan escapes, and tensions build as the warmth of his tongue finds its target. Two fingers snake inside applying pressure within the soft walls. Her body gives way to the feel of the intrusion, the sweet tango between tongue and clit as her hips move in rhythm with him. Legs tighten to capture and hold the invader as the crescendo slowly bu...
She was beautiful, in her own way. She didn’t have that classic beauty that turns heads or commands the attention of a room full of people upon entering. For Connie, it was more the clean poetic beauty, features like those of Jennifer Anston, made exotic by a nature, ineffable allure that played on your imagination for days after a passing glance. She moved like a dancer, possessed of poise and easy purpose. Unlike a danc...
Mama was in the kitchen making breakfast the morning after my first sleepover. Smells of citrus and cinnamon permeated from blueberry muffins in the oven. Apple wood bacon sizzled in cast iron amalgamating with maple syrup and brown sugar. She was juicing satsumas, brewing Plantation Mint tea. Aromas of chicory coffee milk and vanilla saturated the air, when she finally caught us on the pull out sofa in the back. We didn'...
I had to stop by the office, and I was taking Sophia with me to show her around. We made small talk about life back home and her plans. I need to tell you that where I work is not like any place you have worked. The girls are open about their sexual orientation and some are lesbian. If you see any with the tattoo “RoF” which stands for Ring of Friends. I do not mean that you will see girls having sex on the desk. We have...
My life changed drastically and permanently two weeks ago, even though nothing significant happened. I was having a casual discussion with a friend, and I recalled the embarrassing time when my ex-girlfriend walked in on me jacking off in the bathroom. It was a bit unnerving at the time, of course, but barely anything to fret about. I recalled the time I accidentally saw my mom's naked breasts for a brief moment, and he t...
The story of Resurrection Mary was told around Chicago for so many years that it became legendary. But, back in the thirties when a pretty young girl was killed by a hit-and-run driver, it was heartbreaking. Mary had been with her boyfriend at a dance hall when a fight began and she ran out into the dark night and was killed. In the year nineteen-thirty-four, she was buried in Resurrection Cemetery in an unmarked grave. T...
I wanted to give my friend, Sophia from Utah a weekend to remember. We grew up together and she was always there for me. There were sleepovers and sometimes without her parents knowing we would be nude under the covers rubbing our bodies together. Sophia did not touch me, but I wished that she would have. I would go home horny and when the house was empty, I would get myself off thinking about Sophia. On a dare in high sc...
