Written by women - Page 64
“Just how stupid can you be girl?” . “Ohhh .. that feels soooo great!” The thoughts ran through my mind simultaneously. What had started as simply a fun evening with friends to celebrate New Year had become one of those ‘Once in a lifetime’ experiences
Emily’s First Solo Holiday by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable


London Tale … In a shop doorway on Trafalgar Square three shadowy figures stood, unnoticed in the hurly-burly of humanity thronging around on a busy Saturday afternoon



Before I begin, let me tell you a little about my history with Emily. I cant say how exactly we became such good friends, but in my junior year I took her (a freshman) under my wing, and our relationship developed rapidly
My night on a plane….. I was waiting to load a flight home from visiting my Mom and Stepdad. I don’t like him because he always just plays around but never goes all the way. I probably would fuck him if he would. I don’t care for my Mom either because she left my Dad for this guy



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
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 38 IT IS FUCK TIME AGAIN I was in my home town Goa for two months after my pregnancy was confirmed by my lady gynecologist. I was having nonstop fuck with my husband as usual after my pregnancy



Mr Right. 3 - So many emotions It's been 3wks since Chris took me out on our date, the one where he let random guys use me in bathroom of the local pub and then left me there, stranded with cum dripping from my holes



KAW #2 Susan’s first Nudist beach experience. (Part one) My name is Martin Blackshaw. I am sixty four years of age and a retired long distance driver. It all seems so long ago now, but the details are as sharp in my mind as they were at the time
He pulled oneendof itthrough onesideof my thong, threaded it between my wrists, through the other side of my thong and back again. He fastened the ends in a final knot, after pulling it together tightly. I squealed as the sides of the thong were pulled up almost to my ribcage
The warmth of my blankets make it close to imposible for me to leave the comfort of freshly cleaned sheets. I could seriously stay in this state of perfection for whole days before wanting to leave. "Ahhhhh," Ryan lets out an exaderated moan
Looking back, it was definitely too much makeup. The outfit could have been a little less bisque, and the black stilettos could have easily been replaced with flats, or simple boots. But it was all a key part in the confidence-building mindset I required
Hi, everyone in my last chapter I dealt with John's use of steroids to build his body bigger and faster. However, they were turning him into another person making him moody and mean
It is a boring afternoon, your partner just walked in after storming out of her shift at work. She’s more like a ghost each and every day, barely even recognizing the fact that you exist, and when she does it is to boss you around



DISCLAIMER: This story is mine. HOWEVER. I did not come up with the idea. I took this idea and almost all of the dialogue from a comic I found on someone's blog. The comic is called Monster Under the Bed by Savannah Horrocks