"Men are simple creatures and one gift is always sure to please"
It must have been the sound that woke me. A light metallic clatter of silverware jostling. Then my weary eyes opened to the pleasant glare of sunlight filtering in through our bedroom drapes. It was as refreshing a sight as...
"Miss Vine ensure her student will have her constantly on her mind..."
“Wait!” ordered the games mistress. She took the eighteen year old brunette by the back of her short pleated skirt and held her before the girl could leave and join the others. “Not so fast,” she whispered. “They’re waiting for...
"Fling with a friend"
They went to a late night dinner and had far too many drinks. The pair had been friends, then lovers, and then friends again. He was her constant as he never judged her and was always there for advice. She...
"Jane gives Sherri a tongue ride she'll never forget"
Sherri lay on the bed, questions racing through her mind. She had never done this before; would she be able to go through with it? Would she like it? Would she be able to reciprocate? Jane was lying next to...
"A brief, intense dream of lesbian love"
In my dreams, I come to you as you lie in your bed, naked under the covers. You have your back to me, but you stir as I slip, naked, into bed beside you. I have just got out of...
"He's hot for teacher, and her punishments leave him pleading for more!"
Her eighteen year old student lies prone over her desk, naked, each muscle flexed, each sinew taught. His snow white skin, glistens with perspiration. He pulls against the soft rope that binds his wrists to one leg of the furniture....
Her heels clacked as she strode purposefully across the parquet floor of the small, independent art gallery. It was late morning, midweek in early November and she almost had the place to herself. She had plenty of time and space...
"I like waking you in the morning..."
My eyes open and for a moment, I'm not quite sure where I am...I move a little, feeling your arm tighten around me. Ah, I'm with you… I smile.I wince slightly, I feel a little sore... down there. I remember...
This is a love story. A story of regrets and affirmation. I had joined an internet story site which allowed its members to interact. After reading the stories available, I decided to try my hand at writing some myself. They...
"When parents are out, what can eighteen-year-olds do?"
"We're going, then," my mum called up. "We'll be back sometime late this evening.""Okay, bye," I replied, then listened for the door to shut. When it did I climbed on the bed and gave Lisa a kiss."What would you like...
