Female and Female - Page 296

Note from the author: I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story

A PREQUEL TO ‘TOO MUCH RED WINE’ and RENE This my true account of living in the hinterland of St.Tropez, in the South of France, and before I met up with the beautiful Weimeraner, René. It is purely an account of a lesbian, and her strait-laced, hetro, married woman

COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 2 Romance, incest, male/female, softcore This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It covers a number of years BACKGROUND TO OUR STORY………

Lets go down the pub for drink, said Frank on the telephone, its been a while since we saw Seamus at the White Castle. Now the thought of going for a beer was appealing but going to the White Castle was another thing

Long before the week passed, the last memories of Garret leaked. Aside from the feelings, it was all I had to remember that night: An experience that lit a little candle inside of me, a tiny flame that burned in me, causing me to fall asleep fantasizing about doing it again

Eric slips into Donna's house quietly. Easing up the stairs, tripping twice of course, to her room he passes Midge and Bob's bedroom and stops to listen. Good! All quiet. Since no one pays any attention to Bob he doesn't even realize that Bob is gone on business anyway

Ian whiled away the accursed daylight in sleep and dreams….waiting until he could see Shay again. He rose from his dark crypt and stole into the main part of the house with unnatural stealth and quietness

Some people call it bondage, but whatever it’s called it all started as a teasing dare. They loved to arouse each other whenever they were apart. On the phone they would tease each other until one or both of them needed to hang up

It was a regular day about 10:30 am when I went outside to get the morning paper from my porch. It was a saturday. As I looked up I notice a new neighbor was moving in across the street. From what I could see she was gorgeous

Jim Horn rode his horse down the trail at a steady pace. Anyone unfortunate enough to be out in the blistering heat watching him would have seen a sturdily built, sun browned man of slightly above average height

It was snowing when he closed up shop. He looked up into the grey sky, trying not to feel anything. The snow always reminded him of Julie. Just another reason to hate this time of year

“Do you love me?” I asked Jeff. My name is Jennifer. Jeffrey, Jeff for short, and I are best friends. We lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together

The next morning we realized we had fallen asleep on the sofa after sex. We went upstairs and took a shower together. Cindy got down on her knees and grabbed my cock which instantly got hard. She put it in her mouth and started sucking

My husband and I were out celebrating our anniversary. Lunch went on to dinner and by 8ish we were pretty drunk. We were talking about spicing up our sex life and how we could do it. I admitted to my husband that I had never been to a strip club

If you didn't read the first part please do so. To all of those that wrote their comments to help me make my story better I thank you. This part is longer with the sex further away as I needed to develop the story. I hope you enjoy

It had been two days since the accident that left us at the bottom of this cliff. It was beginning to get dark again, and the fear of freezing to death lurked in the back of my mind. We couldn't use the car as shelter in it's current state

In the morning Ginger awoke feeling rested and happy and strangely turned on

Vanessa looked up into Zach's eyes and smiled. The brilliant blue always got the best of her. The light gleaming in from outside made them both retreat to the covers and hide from the outside world. Zach reached out to Vanessa and touched her delicate, cold face

Rachel climbed the stairs of the university’s Behavioral Sciences building to finally arrive at her office on the 6th floor. (And I thought being a grad student would get me some respect,) she thought sarcastically

Sprite hadn't forgotten my surprise. As Sprite stood bent over legs spread there swong a simple white string swinging carelessly from her anxious rosebud hole. Not only that in the dim light of the hotel room something glistened and glinted from inside of her pussy