Finally it was time to leave the party. Alone in the car with him at last. Both were quiet. Anticipation and sexual tension hung heavy in the air. Ilene refused to believe that he wanted only her.

“Josh, I …” Ilene started to say, until she realized that Josh driven unto a narrow lane that led into the park. She caught her breath when she saw the naked need in his eyes.

He pulled her towards him, his mouth colliding squarely with hers. Holding her body tight, Josh ran his tongue over her lips, her teeth, and deep into her mouth, in a blatant dance of possession that soon had her toes curling. (more…)

The trolley holding the return library books was filling quickly. Claire glanced over, thinking she had better place the books back onto the shelves, before it got even busier. Towards the weekend, more people came in to find books to relax with on their days away from work. Claire had always loved books, so when she managed to land a job in her local library, she couldn’t believe her luck. She had done pretty well at school because of her love to read, and had left school with 9 O levels. The trouble was the job hadn’t required qualifications to that extent. She was aware that her knowledge was going to waste. Luckily she no longer lived with her parents; they had wanted something more for her. Claire enjoyed the job, so she intended to stay. She loved to watch the different types of people and the sort of books they chose to read. Especially the young men. (more…)

My name is Abbey. This is a story about the day I moved to the big city. I had grown up in a small town, and had worked a job and fucked my boy friend after high school. After two years of working at the local Wal-Mart I got tired of it, and bored with my boyfriend.

I got an art school in New York to accept me. All of my friends told me I could draw really well, and I had decided I wanted to be some kind of graphic artist for a big company in the city. I had saved up some money from my job at Wal-Mart and my daddy gave me the rest. So I got a couple of my cousins to pack up their truck with my few belongings and move me up to the city. (more…)

Walking along the sandy shores of the beaches of Florida, hand in hand with my boyfriend Mike. The moon was fully up and glistening on the calm peaceful water. After a few more minutes we stopped walking and watched the waves crash onto the beach. Feeling myself starting to get cold I snuggled against Mike’s side as we watched the waves summore.

Feeling his fingers brush through my hair I turned to look up at Mike. I smiled as I felt his lips brush gently against mine. Moving in even closer to him I deepened the kiss, my hands rubbing slowly along his chest. Pulling away for a second he grabbed my hand and we walked a bit away from the water and higher up onto the beach. There he had a blanket already laid out for us. (more…)

Shannon was the sort of girl every guy could easily fall in love with.. The stereotypical tall blonde. Her peaches and cream complexion, full breasts, and sweet, round ass, made Mike’s heart ache for her as much as his cock did.

She sat in the front of the church, hands folded in her lap demurely, the perfect image of a good and decent church going young lady. In the pew behind her, Mike was sprawled out, waiting for the sermon to end and fantasizing about the beautiful girl sitting right in front of him, thankful the whole time that his jeans were loose enough to disguise his growing member. The preacher droned on and on, and it seemed as if the hour would never be over. (more…)

*Chapter 5: Winging Away*

Ohhh, Rosella was right about Giovanni. He has a strong and long-lasting cock. I am thinking of how good this feels, how wonderful it is to be in control and to have a man doing my bidding for a change—being of some use to me without taking all of the time—as I rock back and forth on Giovanni’s rock-hard member on the pavilion divan.

I was just toying with him at first, when I took him into the garden of the Villa Montebella to paint my portrait when the old man was too indisposed for his own sitting with the portraitist this morning. I meant to seduce him and then to rebuff him as soon as he was really hot and bothered. I am mad at grandfather, the Conte; I am mad at all of the controlling, philandering Ghiberti men. Well, maybe all except for Vincenti, off doing his business in Rome. My older brother has promised that I can go to Rome too when I no longer am of use to grandfather and have an allowance to do whatever I want to do. I want to ride long plump cocks like this one of Giovanni’s and to have handsome men and beautiful women sucking at my clit. But when will that be? The old man just lives on forever, controlling all of our lives, treating me the same way Ghiberti men were treating their women in Tuscany two hundred years ago—like possessions. (more…)

Connie was mad as hell. She had taken Chuck down the beach, just like all the other girls had taken their boyfriends down the beach. She had screwed Chuck and thought that she had made sure that Chuck would be hers for the summer, at least. Then. Alice had grabbed Chuck and made Connie look like a total fool.

That night, Connie stuck back! Dan lived next door to Connie. Sometime during the night, the two got together and snuck off into the bushes. Connie fucked Dan”s brains out and vice versa. Connie now had her revenge and only her very best friend knew. (more…)

We were a group of teenagers growing up in paradise. Our parents had jobs at a research institute on the California coast. They signed on for a very long term project some 19 years ago. The group I belong to was born some 18 years ago.

We live in an isolated area of the California coast. Due to the California Coastal Commission, there can be no more buildings built in our area. Thus, we have it all. We have our own little corner of the world. We live in a grove of oak trees with several small, isolated coves on the Pacific Ocean. The climate is incredibly good with sunny days all year and cooling breezes from the ocean during the warm summer months. (more…)

Mr. Hill had been dead about 3 months and the “for sale” sign had not been put up more than a few days after his estate was settled when his house was sold. The new owner was a couple in there 50’s Mr. & Mrs. Marks and they had a teen-age son who was 15/16 but he looked to be more like 12. The father was shorts man not over 5′ 3″ and had a big beer gut and mother was not even 5″. If that! The poor son got all the bad genes from both sides of the family, short fat and his father face! Kid was ugly. But the young man did have manner and was very polite when talking with my husband or me. The father was one of those types of guys who just looked at you and undressed you as he talked. His eyes were always on my 40DD and having a body that included the big melons was 23 x 38 and that went with a 5′ 10″ 140 pound frame and at 33 I still had the looks that made me a model before I was a Neighbor. We didn’t see much of the new neighbors during the winter except at the neighborhood Xmas party and once in a while as we were going out they might be coming in and just wave and give a friendly hello and how are you things. (more…)

It was hot. The day had been a brooding 40 degrees centigrade, and nightfall had failed to bring any relief. The barometer had dropped marginally but not enough to bring any tangible change in temperature. Not a breath of wind stirred the curtains on the French doors of my bedroom, flung wide open as I lay sprawled on the creased expanse of sheets. I groaned as I glanced across to the green luminescence of my alarm clock which showed 00:27. I’d have to get up early for a meeting and desperately needed some relaxing beauty sleep. I rolled over and wiggled my shoulder down into a pillow, hoping that my body would finally get the message and fall asleep. But no such luck. Images whirled around my head, delicious images of naked bodies contorting in the most erotic acts, shining skin and wicked scents, animated by my feverish imagination. My pussy responded, tingling and begging for attention. My thoughts turned wistfully to my vibe buried in the pillows of my bed, before quickly discarding the idea. The last thing I needed now was to get even more hot and sweaty. (more…)