Stacey looked at herself in the full length mirror on her closet door. She had just stepped out of the shower and was admiring her naked, young body. She had just turned eighteen two weeks ago. She ran her hands through her long, wet, red hair, feeling it’s squeaky cleanness. Her breasts were perfectly round with quarter sized nipple. She looked over to her bra, 32C, lying on her bed, trying to decide whether she would wear it tonight. Gently squeezing her firm breasts she decides she will. Looking down, she rubbed her hand against her red haired pussy. It…
Samantha had had a highly successful morning, that is, it went to nearly 3 pm when she closed the deal and signed off. Unusually for her, she went out to have lunch in a street stall with tables under a shady tree. She finished her salad and coffee and, still feeling smug about her morning, had just decided to have a second cup when she saw Sarah coming along the footpath. “Well, hello there Samantha. You’re doing just what I was thinking of.” “Come and join me Sarah. I’d love to tell someone about this morning and you’re just about…
It was late afternoon on a Saturday, and Callie sat in her apartment, waiting in anticipation. It had been two months that she’d been officially divorced from her husband of five years. A few days before it was finalized, she had moved out of their spacious four-bedroom home and into a cozy one-bedroom apartment. It was certainly an adjustment, but Callie tried to remind herself that it was only temporary. Soon enough she would be getting back to work and she’d be able to afford something better. Her ex-husband had basically forbade her from working as a means of control;…
Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions. Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an…
The rest of the summer went rapidly. Debbie and I did get together for a mutual blowjob one day. School was soon back in and with it, homework and other commitments. Aunt Marie moved in the second week of school. Good to my word, I moved down to the spare room. School got out at three in the afternoon. Mondays I had football practice. Tuesday Debbie had school council after school. Wednesday after school I worked. Thursday after school She worked. Friday we both were off after three. Friday became our day of fun. The first Friday, we were rather…
Once or twice, after her tears had dried, Karen thought that she dozed, but she doubted that she’d really slept. On the floor beside the bed, Satyr faithfully lay watching the open doorway into the hall with the keen eyes of a posted sentry. She smiled when she saw him there, his welcomed presence lessening the loneliness she might have felt. She swung her feet to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed to reach down and pet him. Immediately, he arose, crowding affectionately against her legs, finally settling his big head contentedly in her lap. “Have you…
Maybe I should start by saying that writing this sort of stuff doesn’t come easy to me. Just making a contribution to an erotic archive, let alone heading a story with the dread letters “FF”, is not the Sam I’ve known/been all my life. I’ve had a quiet time, really. Dull childhood. A little repressed, maybe. Never, for some reason, quite as fussed about dating boys as most of my classmates. I had offers, sure, but I wasn’t bothered, that was the thing. Tho’ I should make it clear, in my story headed “FF”, that doesn’t mean that I ever,…
He says, “You like this, don’t you, Big Tits… you like me playing with your titties, don’t you… you know what else… I bet you like to walk around outside without a bra on, don’t you, baby… walking makes your big tits bounce a lot, doesn’t it… I’ll bet you like to walk around outside in a tee shirt… just tight enough to hug a bit, but not quite tight enough to make you look like a slut, huh, baby… your nipples get a lot of rubbing when you walk around like that, don’t they… it feels good… they get…