"He sings his song out to the infinite sea."
I like to crank some tunes when I fuck. It sets the mood, you know? And Frankie is a great song to fuck to.Relax, don’t do it. When you want to cum. *1“Oh FUCK me Daddy! Yes, yes, yes fuckkkkkk me...
Car engine hums, the sound reverberates through her body as they race along...Lana casts a wicked sexy smile at Evan as she holds the wheel, the car races onwards. Evan's left hand reaches over, strokes the smooth thigh exposed below her short skirt. Tender soft rubs...
I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen...
"Sandy and Keith realize they are in love."
Sandy woke up and opened her eyes. There was a scented candle burning on her nightstand. She wondered who put it there. She started to raise up; “Ouch,” she moaned and lay back down rolling onto her back. Francine lay...
Haumia was on her last break at work on Monday when one of her friends, Amanda, sat at her table.“Heard you did a great job in triage today with that two car MVA.”“Thank,s Amanda, how did maternity go today?”“Rather calm,...
"What do you do for your lover when you're dying?"
“Terry, what is love?”I grinned at her, “What we have. That’s love.” I was sitting on the side of her bed, holding her hand, rubbing my thumb up and down along it’s side. I felt the dry, almost waxy skin...
Haumia and her good friend Phoenicia, were at their usual Friday night spot, Short’s Tavern and Dance Emporium. It was Haumia’s turn to play wing lady. The two guys they’d been dancing with weren’t bad looking. They were also acceptable...
"How dirty does Diana get?"
Chapter 1Diana loved her name. Her first-ever boyfriend in seventh grade, Daniel, teased her by singing “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson just to get her to blush. She would follow it up with a good giggle then playfully slap him...
"Two friends, fresh from traumatic breakups, seek solace in an isolated cabin"
A wet tongue unerringly trailed up her inner thigh. Instinctively she spread her legs, feeling her sticky pussy lips unglue. The tongue rasped through her folds, wiggled into her silken opening, scooping up her leaking juices, and smeared them on...
The wind pushed the curtains. Dust swirled in the morning light. She snored, lightly. It sounded sweet. Endearing.My head hurt. Clobbered my brain into submission. Sticky eyelids fighting to open and close. _“Make up your mind, mind. Is this day about to...
