Written by women - Page 154

Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end

"Have you ever fingered yourself?" Cody asked me, through a text. "No," I replied honestly. Cody and I had been texting for quite some time and we often sent nude pictures to each other. We were both 15 and lived two states apart

The Club Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week. Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others

My cousin's coming over this summer.I wasn't happy with his vist.He was a year older than me.Making him 19.He is my most hated person in the world.The reason I hate him is because he still tries to fuck me even though I'm his cousin.Last night almost turned my life around.Almost

This is my first attempt at writing straight erotica. I have never been in a mentally satisfying straight relationship in my life, so I wouldn’t exactly know or be capable of penning down my emotions and desires I would have felt if I had been with a guy

I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy

I was excited. I was eight months pregnant and getting dressed up to have dinner with my husband and a friend of his from work. What made tonight more exciting is my husband and I had discussed having this friend join us for a threesome

As my vacation house (and our new home together) is pretty far away from where Cyra once lived, it took us a while to get home. Cyra had fallen asleep and gradually slid to the side til she was laying with her head on my lap. Even asleep my little beauty had me ready to go again

My phone chimed and i reached for it excitedly in the hopes that it was her. And by her i mean this amazing girl that i had been talking to for a few months now

Ariela smirked contentedly as she sat on her Throne, it wasn’t as impressive or ornate as she would’ve preferred, but needs must and sometimes it was just impractical to bring a truly befitting throne out on a conquest

He woke up unable to move his arms; he could feel the restraints around his upper arms and wrists. Moving them forward, he was unable to get them above his waist. Gauging from the lack of feeling in them he‘d been bound and in that position for a while

It was the night before my first day of pre-kindergarten, and i was 4, about to turn 5. My dad was gone, So that left me, my 8-year old sister, Loraine and my mom homeless because she never kept a job and we ended up living with my grandmother in her trailer with my two uncles also

It looks like rape, but keep reading you never know what can happen late at night in an old subarban neighborhood Thud Thud Thud, that was the only sound that hit her ears as she walked through the endless rows of houses in her neighborhood

Our First Night. I’m a nurse and had just got a new job in a new office. Everything was going good, I liked the people and the doctors I worked with, and the work I did. Everything was going great in life

We went a week without getting back in the machine. There was something about it the change that was strange

Round 2: The announcer states that round 2 will begin in 10 minutes, no exceptions. Both teams head back into the locker rooms to discuss their strategies for round 2. The White team is bouncing with enthusiasm at their win

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 33 GUEST ROOM FUCK We, my husband and I were invited for a dinner party at one of my husband's friend on Friday night. His friend was staying at Gurgaon, little away from New Delhi, where we live

By Hana M Brimeck I follow the four down to their lair. Huh, doesn't sink as bad as I thought it would, considering we're in a sewer. As we draw near I pick up the scent of incense, the sandalwood was a much needed relief to the senses. “Before we go in..

As I walked out across the parking lot to my route home, I saw four others, Danny a trumpeter, Vicky a petite black haired sax player, Clunk another drummer like me (his real name is George) and Al, a tubist. They were getting into Clunks beat up old Chrysler (hence his name)