In the morning, Mel and I didn’t mention what had happened between us. It didn’t feel awkward, but something was definitely different. We were both acting coy, almost like we were daring each other to mention something, or make a move, or whatever. It felt like foreplay.
Mel went home after breakfast as usual, and I was left on my own to remember how it naughty it had felt to spend the night making each other cum while my parents had no idea what we were up to.
The next few weeks
Y’know how people always say you never forget your first? Well, I certainly never forgot Karen. Never will — though God knows I tried. She wasn’t exactly my first first. There had been what Lemony Snickets would call a series of unfortunate events before her. But Karen was the first girl I ever slept with as well as the first — and so far only — person I ever fell in love with so, in my mind, she still counts as a first.
Anyway, I was 18 years old and kind of an
I slowed my car easily into my drive, shielded by the huge trees towering my beautiful cosy home. This was just where I wanted to be after a stressful day at work. There was only one thing that kept me going. The thought you’d be home waiting for me. The thought of your beautiful face as I left you asleep this morning. The thought of enfolding you in my arms tonight…
But I still had some work left…I needed to find you…my darling…
I could feel my heartbeat quicken
Every year since I turned 21, my uber-sexy boyfriend Tyler and all my friends have made it tradition to take me to the local strip club, Dazzlers. Dazzlers is a little bit more high-class than your average fuck-in-the-back, gloryhole-ridden club, but not so stuffy that you’d have to call it a “gentleman’s club”. In fact, gentlemen in that club are pretty few and far between.
Dazzlers is frequented by drooling, horny college boys, preppy butch dykes, and the occasional cute bi chick. That’s
I woke late, from a deep sleep. I was tangled in the sheets of the bed and I was hugging the pillow. At first it was like any morning of my life but then I felt the warm glow radiate through me and recalled that my whole world was now changed.
The warm glow faded quickly when I realised that the bed was empty and the room somehow unfamiliar.
Then I remembered…
24 hours earlier…
“God I’m depressed, I don’t know what to do anymore.” Lucy ranted at me for the
She closed the door behind her quietly as she placed her hands on my hips gently, something I loved. She leaned down and kissed me softly, lacing her tongue around mine gently, an act we had only just mastered. No longer did my nerves get the better of me, when before I would get embarrassed because I hadn’t known what to do, or I had bitten her or something, now I just sunk into her grasp.
She slid the bag out of my hand as she kept her eyes closed and continued to kiss me, she let it
Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she’d be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside of me.
Then she surprised me again by turning me over on my stomach, my backside bare and, seemingly, all hers. I’d gathered she
I was an only child. Dad was an attorney for one of those multi-name places, something like Smith, Smith, and Jones. Never quite knew what he really did, that is what an attorney does, I just knew he left in the morning and usually was home for dinner. Weekends he played golf, went fishing, things like that. Never with Mom. They seemed to have very separate lives.
Mom didn’t work, not sure if it was all her choice or not. She cleaned and took care of the house. As a child, I didn’t
This is a quick excerpt from a novel I am working on. I hope it is not confusing. Enjoy!
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“Hello?” Lily said into the receiver.
“Hey, this is Raine.”
“What’s up girl?” Lily greeted, the smile evident in her voice. She was pleased Palmer’s girlfriend had called. She wanted the opportunity to get to know her so she could see if her brother had found a good woman in a young woman’s body, or if he had lost his mind and was now into near
Studying. Just one of those facts of college life. Me and Becky, friends since freshman year, roommates for several months.
“Who was that girl who said ‘Hi’ to you when we were walking through the union?” I asked.
“Oh that was Trish. She was in my poli-sci class last semester.”
“Hmm. She really lit up when she saw you,” I observed.
“What do you mean?” Becky asked, looking up from her book, smiling slightly, one hand playing with the
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