A Christmas Present My bath was just starting to cool down when I heard a car coming down the drive to the house. It was my best friend, Holly, coming to visit and right on time, as usual. I smiled to myself and got out of the whirlpool, drying off as I heard her make her way inside and upstairs towards my room. "Katie?" she asked as she came into the bedroom. "In here, Holly," I replied as I moved over to the shower stall. She walked through the open door as I got in the shower and reached for my razor. "I'm still getting ready. I wasn't expecting you quite so soon," I lied. Holly sat down on the makeup chair and watched me through the open glass door. I was sitting on the built- in shower seat soaping my legs and shaving them. Looking up at her, I smiled and said "Sorry. I felt like relaxing and took a bit long in the tub." She gave me one of her lovely smiles. "That's alright, I can wait." She pushed her long dark hair away from her face as she glanced down to look in her purse. Holly's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second look from men — and quite a few women. I've known Holly since we were roommates in college. We were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Holly's always been there for me through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she …
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Flow of Passion
Savin I was asked by my client company to come for a business meeting at a suitable place the southern United States. As they were to bear my expenses and I had to make a choice I suggested Memphis. I also suggested a hotel in Memphis–Peabody Hotel at Union Avenue in downtown Memphis. I had one hope in doing all this. I wanted to meet Flora. Flora is my pen pal. We had exchanged a lot of mails and I had a feeling that she secretly loved me. While most of our mails were plain but lovingly written only a few times they were naughty. We both are mature and that helped in understanding each other. Flora lives in a small town in Mississippi which is close to Memphis. We talked and agreed that it would be easy for her to drive to Memphis so that we could spend time with each other. I emailed her about my trip and she was delighted as expected. She asked me to phone her as soon as I reached the hotel. She must have been busy in her work because she said she would meet me at my hotel in the evening. I reached Memphis airport and instead of phoning her from the hotel called her from the airport itself. It was a crisp February morning. I was tired because of a long flight from India to New York and from NY to Memphis. I hit the bed after shaving and taking a bath. I was woken up by the shrill sound of the bedside telephone. "Sir, there is a lady to meet you. She is in the lobby," the receptionist called from the lobby of the hotel "Can you send her to my room? I would like to relax …
Tremors In The Smoke
All fiction traces back to some truthful spark, some tremor splitting through the earth and shaking every inch of the skyline that grows more veiled by the hour. Towering clouds of black smoke from buildings set ablaze, from bridges helplessly burning, each dancing and licking flame is a memory we made or locked together. Even if the fires border all I know, I will remain still and count the broken windows and falling bridges, clinging to the vulnerable places love opened up from within me. No matter what fiction our time together writes, I was never made of stone. I'll trace back to something missing in your touch when we're tangled so close together, gaps in the words passing through your lips that don't let me any farther inside you. Like peering through a beautiful lens that cannot decipher certain angles, even when you say there are no secrets left here between us. That I was the only one there so patiently unraveling the being beneath the skin and smoke, pieces of someone I can glean and glide my hands along, fragments never merging to assume a familiar shape. And even when the fires border all I know, I will remain still and count the tremors you have swept through me that lock together the vulnerable places love always opens from within. No matter what fiction our time writes, I was never made of stone.
First Time Threesome
My Partner and I have been dating almost two years and have been talking about spicing things up with another woman. Lets set the scene. I’m 170cm tall, green/brown eyes with short brown hair and reasonably fit. My partner (lets call her Rose) has mid length Brown hair with a hint of red, She’s 168cm tall with DD cup breasts, also reasonably fit with a gorgeous round ass and freshly waxed. Our female friend (lets call her Sarah) is also around 168cm, had recently dyed red hair, C cup breasts and an equally amazing round ass. The Story Begins The stars crept out from behind the veil of cloud while a dull moon shone through the trees. A light away in the distance, blinking red and proof we weren’t the only ones stealing away into the night. Blades of grass, leaves and white lines; all whipping past us as our headlights lit up the open road, the engine purring at the touch of the throttle. We were nearing our destination, the lights of the city growing larger in the distance, the music completely lost on us both as our eyes darted from one shop to the next, searching aimlessly for an open bottle shop. Our feet hit the ground in vein as the nearest we could find had long but closed, wisps of smoke crept from the exhaust as we drove back to the main road and onwards through unknown streets, Google maps only ally. The handbrake clicked, doors opened, bottles clinked as we walked the short distance through the icy chill of a winter night. The sharp noise from knuckle hitting wood …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa
The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Tuesday, January 21st – South Hill, WA Kyle had been concerned about Aaliyah all through kendo practice despite Christy's texts assuring him that she was just fine. He couldn't contact her at all during practice, sapping his concentration and keeping him from focus on his kendo. His form was terrible tonight. And now matter how hard he tried to calm himself and stay grounded, he couldn't stop wondering why his genie wife was ignoring him. What did I do to piss her off? Or was she really sleeping like Christy reported? After watching Fatima and Aaliyah fight this afternoon, Kyle was all too aware that with four loves, and a few concubines, he faced a potential landmine of angry women. As soon as practice ended, Fumi found him, a shy smile on her round face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with lust. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear, her delightful perfume tickling his nose; his cock hardened in a blink of the eye and all his worry over Aaliyah was overwhelmed. “Let's slip off and find a cozy place so I can suck your cock, and drink your wonderful cum.” “Yeah,” Kyle grinned, taking her hand and dragging her behind the building. “I've missed you so much,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock. “Did you miss me?” “I did,” Kyle smiled. Then their lips met again and he moaned into her hot mouth as she unlaced his …
The Photoshoot…
I enter the room where you have been dressing. I stop, just to stare at you, wearing a new top, off the shoulder, so warmly sexy. My eyes feast on you until you come to greet me with a huge hug and a soft, yet stirring kiss. As our embrace parts, you ask if I would take photos of you in the new outfit. I reply, "I'd love to". Which is so true, because I know how taking photos of you turns you on. As I take the camera, I photograph you from many angles as you pose, tease, please and perform for the camera. And, I know, for me as well. You purposely let the bodice of the top slide down to reveal your breast, pink nipple already hardening. I move in for close-ups, and you cup your freed mammary, rubbing your thumb over the now distended nipple. I feel my manhood stirring, stiffening … but I continue to snap pictures. You carry posing provocatively. Both of our breathing intensifies. Then you lean back, facing me. With each click of the shutter, your legs widen, wider, even wider. I kneel down for a better angle, and your legs move apart. I see your sex, glistening, dripping, already a torrent of warm juices flooding through your swollen labia. I move in closer, closer. I can smell you, the musky scent of your desire fills my nostrils. I can take it no longer; I put down the camera and come to you. My mouth devours yours, tongues dancing upon one another. One of my hands goes to your full ripe tit and squeezes it. Fingers caressing; pinching your nipple. My other hand slides …
(LETS LISTEN)
….I’m Sam. When I was a teen I overheard my dad and uncle talking on the back patio one night. My bedroom window was open and they didn’t realize it was right behind them. They both had plenty of beers and they were talking about some prick teaser girl. Dad: “I love prick teasers girls, it’s such a challenge to take them up on their flirting and teasing and watch them back down when I pin them down to ’Are we gonna fuck or not?’ Linda (my mom) was the best. We met in school.” Uncle: “She was good, sis like to tease me and I let her get me hot because I liked it. She was ‘mostly’ all talk until you came along. I remember watching you making her so hot she would get pissed as her prick teasing was not working on you. She would tell me: “If that asshole touches me I’ll have his ass in big trouble!” I said: “Sis, does he make you hot?” Sis: “Hell No, I have plenty of boyfriends and I sure as hell don’t need him.” Uncle: “I think you have the hots for him and won’t admit it, don’t you sis…admit it…he makes you all gushy inside and makes your pussy wet.” She would then stomp away giving me the finger all mad. Dad: “Those were fun days. I would stand real close to her in school and tell her things like ‘I heard her vagina had spider webs in it from getting no sex‘, and then quick walk away. She would get so pissed she would chase me down and say: “You’d just love to find out, wouldn’t you, geek boy…well that’s never gonna happen!” She would be breathing hard, yet smiling. I …
The Craftons
The Craftons! A well off African American f****y living the American dream in their upscale neighborhood. However, like most families, they have secrets, dark secrets The Craftons! A well off African American f****y living the American dream in their upscale neighborhood. However, like most families, they have secrets, dark secrets THE WARNING! This story contains i****t, bisexuality, interracial sex and other taboos and deviancies. If you are in ANYWAY offended by any of these themes, do not even start reading! Chapter 1 Carter and Caitlin Crafton lay head to toe on the couch in Carter's third floor apartment. The late summer sun streamed in the old stained glass windows warming their naked bodies. The interplay of colored light and shadow added an ethereal quality to their lovemaking. Languidly, Caitlin licked their comingled juices from her b*****r's cock, reveling in the heady taste of that forbidden nectar. There was no hurry. Their frenetic lovemaking had temporarily sated that urgent need. Now was the time to savor the feel and taste of their bodies, to languish in the warmth of afterglow. She loved how her twin’s acorn shaped head slid comfortably into her mouth and touched the back of her throat. The corners of her mouth ached slightly as she opened wide to accept him down her throat. Years of practice had taught her how to take all of his considerable length and girth into her mouth and throat. Until she dated her husband, Johnny Hampton, she foolishly thought all …