I get a message from you that says "lunch?" And I know what that means! I drive over and pick you up so we can drive out to the dead end road on the other side on new milford that I found when I was thinking about buying a house down there. Dead ends right into a field of handily VERY tall grasses. : When you slide into the car I lean over for a quick kiss cause I know if I get too much of a taste of you, I wont be able to drive : yum.

Note: please feel free to give me feedback. Also, the main focus of this story is not sex, it does contain it but the first chapter is basically building up to the real love story. Hope you enjoy! Prologue Hy Breasail : elusive island to the west of Ireland Here the fae folk live and play away from the prying eyes of humans. They once had lived amongst the human race but bitter dissension between them had driven them to the

This is a letter to my darling husband. Because much as I love you and adore you and would like to be fucking you every chance I get, you have got absolutely no clue what I want and what I need. I have run out of ideas of how to introduce you to the wonderfully magical world of sex. Maybe someday I will have the courage to show you this letter . . . It is quite simple, actually.

This time, the bitch would pay. I sat in the living room, pants unbuckled, slowly stroking my hard cock with one hand while I thought about how to get revenge on my wayward girlfriend Meg, asleep in the next room. Revenge for nearly a week of total abstinence, putting me off with the lame excuse of her midterm papers and my now- just-completed deadline at work that kept me in the office until every night.

Christine sipped the wine. Calling it wine wasnt correct, but it did resemble a claret in colour. Perhaps wine of life? would be a more appropriate name. The bar was quiet. After all it had just gone dark, and Thursday is such a slack evening. The doors of the bar opened, and in walked the first customer. A young man who I had seen the week before.

Andy and Michele; Chapter Interlude Ette walked away from the jewelry stand, fingering her new pin. It was a design she had always liked; some music inscribed, like runes, on an ancient celtic pattern. Shed been eyeing it in the display case for a couple months now, and finally she had gotten it. It should help her catch a few eyes. Especially where she pinned it. Ette was wandering, really. Just scouting the mall. Seeing what was up in her small town. It was something she had done since high school, and always enjoyed.

I want to walk into a room, softly lit with candles, some romantic music playing in the background. I am wearing a short little black dress, sleeveless, of course. Strappy black heels adorn my legs with the flesh colored thigh-highs held up by a black garter belt. I saunter through the doorway, tilt my head and coyly look up and across the room to the bed, the candles placed just so that the light is dim---subtle, but

Sharon had just finished work. It was am and the take-away had closed an hour ago. The work was dirty and paid little, but what else is a student expected to do to support her studies? go on the game? Perhaps getting fucked for money wouldnt be so bad, short hours and as much pay in an hour, as I would earn in a month doing this stupid job. Sharon was unhappy, Very unhappy. No boyfriend, an University course she didnt like, in addition to money troubles

"Ohhh, fuck, Maya... youre pussy is so unbelievably tight... uhhhh... milking my cock.... uhhh..." Maya felt her pussy begin to contract against his cock as she let out a feral moan into his ear..."ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Jimmmmm... fuck meeeeee... harder... harder... make me cummm... Ohhhhh.... goddd...uhhhhhh" The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the empty office. Jim pushed Maya up onto the desk so that he could reach her nipples as he fucked her tight pussy. His teeth clamped down on the sensitive peak as she reached behind her and pushed on his

Names have been changed to protect the people involved, because this is fiction. : It was a warm day, and I decided to go to the pool. My cousin from Saskatchewan was visiting me, so I went up to the main floor I had let her borrow my bedroom and was sleeping on the basement pull-out bed to tell them that I was going to go swimming. When I got upstairs, I noticed that my female cousin was drinking a glass of water.