Romance - Page 140
Continued from part 7. My stories are true, and am posting them continuously. Hope you enjoy. Recommend starting at part 1. The last night with Gary was very hot. I replay that night in my head over and over. The candles, the music, the romancing, the man handling, the control



The second I woke up, I knew something was wrong. I felt well rested and the air smelled faintly of the sweetly scented shampoo I had used the night before. My head lay against the pillow on Riley's bed, and his covers wrapped around my body. The sheets were warm and welcoming



Harry Potter groaned as he reached beneath the covers for the second time that night, For the past few weeks since he had gotten back from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had been unbearably horny
I’m now a middle aged man but at the time of this story I was a teacher of English and just turned twenty eight. I was teaching at a high school and enjoyed the interaction between the staff and students of this multicultural, educational environment
ATTENTION: This is a story out of imagination only. It is intended only for those places in the imagination where we think things that we would never do and would not work out that well in real life. It is a fiction and intended for entertainment of the private mind only
ear old sister bust into my room, my back was to her and before I could turn around she blurted out “Do you want to have sex with me?” As I turned around all I could managed to say was “WHAT?” Mia was standing there, her hands on her hips said “Do you want to fuck me?” “Hell yes” I answered



My name is Jess. I'm about 5'4" and have long blonde hair. I have 34C boobs and I'm pretty skinny. I play a few sports, so I stay in good shape. I don't really have many friends. I talk to a lot of people, but my two best friends are Dani and Lex
I woke up groggy. I was in my bed and not too hung over. The light around the side of my curtains told me that it was light out. A beautiful young woman with light brown hair lay beside me; Liss, her head was against my chest



This is a series I wrote for an email group of which I was part. It must be fifteen years since I wrote it. I've mentioned Bondage but it's only very mild, similarly the place of work isn't a prominent feature, it's more a romance with sex than anything else. But it's not all that bad



At 25 you could say I had worked hard and made a small little empire for myself, I owned 3 garages and a 5 bedroom house in London, work was good but left me no time for anything else, I even had a bed in the office for the late nights so I wouldn't need to drive home tired
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" James and his best friend, Lakyrra, were on their way to a kegger. They'd grown up together, wound up at the same college - Varden University - and now they were both going to their first college party together



Moments in Time from my Life: Chapter 3 “The Campgrounds” I finished crying over the fact that John was probably only being nice to me because of my aunt. I went into my bedroom where I got dressed. I then joined my aunt out in the kitchen. “So how was your tour?” Aunt Lisa asked



It was two days after Easter when I received a surprising message on Facebook. A girl I used to only see at a friend's bonfires asked word for word "are you up for a spontaneous adventure?" I was caught completely off guard to say the least



She was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. Her name was Kristi, and you could get lost in her grey eyes forever, and you'd never complain. She was one of those types that are smart, not bitchy and just a pleasure to be around; but she wasn't so nerdy as to be a recluse
This is a little, 'An they lived happily ever after' thing I wrote. The days riding had been fantastic. I could not get enough. Fast and flat out across the desert then tight scary trails close to the cliffs. Total sensory overload. The party is getting good too