“Promises In the Dark”
I’d never have met Desirée if not for the rain. It was crazy rain, the kind of storm you get maybe once every couple of years, where it just pours buckets out of the sky and the wind whips so hard the rain practically comes at you sideways and the lightning makes the night seem like day for whole minutes at a time.
Spring rain, warm rain, crazy rain. Desirée’s kind of weather.
She walked into the bar soaking wet. She got a cat-call or two, probably
“Darn it, where’s my lasagna pan?” I already had the noodles boiling, the sauce simmering, and the cheese ready to go, but now I couldn’t find the darn pan. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cabinet, and then I remembered. Andi had borrowed it. Turning off the burner, I reached up on the key hook and took down Andi’s key and headed for the door.
Andi and Rob were the newcomers on the court. They had two kids the same ages as ours, so we wound up
Looking back there were so many turning points in our lives but for me sexuality, and sex in general and its effect on our friendship and the different ways love developed became important in the autumn of the year we turned eighteen. I’m not talking about the “kids fooling about” stuff but the powerful sort that attracts and repels, the sort that drives you and changes your life forever.
Janey and I were now regulars at the gym. We had student passes which made it just about
It was a beautiful Saturday night, a clear star lit sky with a full moon overlooking what seemed to be an ordinary neighborhood. As I drove through, its normalcy is what stuck me first, everything looked the same.
The houses were wonderfully kept, lawns were cut short and the spotless cars were parked up on driveways. Several of the houses had their lights on, others were engulfed in darkness.
I drove to the end of the street and turned a left, looking for house number 332. I reached the bottom
“What Have You Done, Miss Robinson?”
Dolly’s story continues.
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Ever since that afternoon when Dolly was molested by three other Project girls with whom she and her closest and dearest friend Nitasha had run-ins ever since junior and senior high school days and who was forced to watch Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda have their way with her, their going down on
Gossip and a strap-on
Willy listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their make-up in front of the mirror of the ladies change room, while she sat in the toilet stall.
“So what do you think of the new girl,” one asked the other.
“I sneaked a read of her file when she transferred in from New York, she seems to be a good cop,” was the reply.
“So what’s the juice then, tell me all?” the first woman asked.
“She’s divorced, no
This story is complete fiction. All comments welcome.
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I am so wet. I feel like a fountain has just erupted from my pussy. Hannah was slowly kissing down my body. “I can’t believe we are doing this.” She responded with “Believe it Baby!” before she sunk her face into my hot pussy.
I woke up panting and sweating. My pussy was wet and my hand was tucked inside it. Oh my God, I just had a sex dream with my best friend. I’ve never really looked at her like that
I love my girlfriend, that’s why I didn’t understand why my body needed more. I can not begin to describe how ashamed I was for wanting something more out of our fulfilling and satisfying relationship. We enjoyed each others company still, after 7 years of “marriage.” We had a healthy sex life still. At least once a week, I would feel her mouth kissing the back of my neck and her hand creeping down my pants.
Likewise, I would often see her and want nothing more than to
I was driving down to Knoxville Tennessee to help my best friend move back up to Michigan. I had a six pack cooler filled with five bottles of Aquafina water and crushed ice sitting on the floorboard on the passenger side. The sixth was wedged between my legs. I was driving a rented Lincoln Town Car straight down I-75 and was screaming through Kentucky when I noticed the upcoming road sign. It was announcing an exit for a road two miles ahead.
What struck me about the exit was the name of the
By some miracle, I finally convinced you to come see me in my little part of the world. I live in a small town that is practically in the middle of nowhere which I affectionately refer to as God’s country. The nearest big city, if you could call it that is two hours away. At any rate, I have been dreaming about you coming to see me for a while now.
The small town I live in is a ranching community with a couple of small factories and mills near the city limits. I can’t wait for you