Bike Ride- The beginnings of a story This article is actually a response I wrote to someone about my story ;Bike Ride;. In the end I thought other people might enjoy reading about what really happened. Bike Ride is a story that is loosely based on a real event. The story I wrote started one night when I was drinking in real life. I was feeling a little horny and daring from the alcohol and decided to put myself on a little adventure.

Jessica kicked the autumn leaves away from her black Doc Martins and peered up the road. Still no sign of the bus. Pulling out her MP, she nestled back against the bench and shrugged her jacket up to hide her rosy cheeks. Her favourite band blasted through her ear phones as she adjusted her silver lip ring. A few moments later, just audible above the music, she heard the bus rumbling along the street. She stepped up into the warm cabin and pushed some coins into the ticket

She must get ready. In the bathroom she strips and looks at her nude body in the full length mirror. The woman in the mirror is gorgeous. Her green eyes look back at the nude woman in the bathroom. She is proud, the woman in the mirror. She is strong, has no regrets. She runs the hot water and fills a bag with it. She hangs the bag from the shower curtain bar and picks up the nozzle,

Its a beautiful Summer day, the sun is warm, the sky is blue with light fluffy clouds and we are in a long climbing gorge. There are many waterfalls dotting the canyon. The largest waterfall has a walkway behind it that allows people to see out through the falls as the spray falls all around. Below is a very deep pool of water carved out from thousands of years of the falls beating down on the rock base. We stop there to watch Natures beauty and enjoy each others company. You are in shorts and comfortable short sleeve shirt.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasnt wearing a thong. The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits. "Its not very good," I said, "its been made for someone whos got a lot more up top that I have.

At : AM Francine was delivered to the offices of the Executioner. Francine was terrified. It was his job to execute the punishment ordered by the court and, like all others in the town, she felt uncomfortable in his presence even in normal situations. This was not a normal situation. Francine was dressed in the same clothes she wore the day before at her court appearance. They appeared more wrinkled and unkempt, but that didnt matter. She wouldnt have them on much longer.

James was looking through his sons room. Something he did regularly, to make sure he didnt have anything he shouldnt, like drink or drugs. His son was and while he had a couple of dirty mags in his cupboard, James had never found anything else. The mags he left, they were something he didnt mind. Hed had his own at his sons age. Today however, buried in the bottom drawer, under some t-shirts was a small plastic case containing a memory card, like those used digital cameras.

I awoke to the feel of some one sucking my hard cock. It was my liberator and once again I was free of restraints. We passed a pleasant morning and I eagerly agreed when my liberator suggested we go to the beach. When we arrived we parked and strolled over the dunes and down the beach and further away from the people toward a secluded little bay where the bush came right down almost to the waters edge

Audrey pointed out that I could undo as many buttons as I dared and proceeded to show me by slowly undoing them beginning at the top. As she did the dress changed. The front above the buttons seemed to become part of the narrow straps holding the dress up by the time she had undone the last, what was left above the waist seemed to be the two inch wide straps. Of course each barely covered her nipples let alone her boobs. I am sure if she bent over at all they would be totally exposed.

Two weeks ago my so-called best friend Kristin stole my boyfriend Spider. Last night I stole him back. Kind of. Kristin was throwing Spider a birthday party. Without inviting me, of course. No biggie. I had my own celebration planned. At about a.m. everyone left and Spider was alone. I walked into the room and saw him standing there, his hard on visible through his pants, I walked over,