Twice more in as many days he crept into the library to watch Ana. She would write, and then then switch screens. He knew she must be on the Internet. A few minutes later, she would begin to squirm, and touch herself. As she rocked and tried to keep her moans quiet, he had his… Continue reading Need (2)
Her hand slid under her pink flannel pjs, stroking her aching pussy. She rubbed her clit, and felt the heavy heat begin to build. He stroked her pussy, as he whispered in her ear. “Come for me. Soak my fingers with your sweet juice.” She loved how his fingers played her body. The way he… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Interruptions
Ann couldn't remember her dream. Last thing she remembered was reading erotica on her computer and masturbating. After dinner, she she checked her computer. Her history showed that she'd read a story, and then nothing. Looking at her chair, she was happy to see it wasn't stained. She knew she'd come, but there was no… Continue reading The Chair (2)
I must thank Will Crimson for inspiration. 🙂 “It'll be alright.” Ron patted Ann's shoulder. “But... we've gone through so much together. Nearly five years. How can I just...” “You'll manage.” Her lower lip quivered. “So how will I ever find another?” Ron smiled. “It's a chair. We'll find one. Believe me.” Ann looked… Continue reading The Chair
Lynne curled up behind Quin, her arm wrapping around his waist. She stroked his skin in a sleepy soft way, and fell asleep. She awoke later, as something nudged her wrist. Swimming up towards a more conscious point, she realized that it was Quin's cock. Her hand trailed over the soft head and it responded… Continue reading Birthday Antics
Shelly sat on the bed, and pulled him closer to her. “Tell me your fantasies.” “I... I want to make love to a woman with big tits. Rub my dick between them and spray my cum all over her chin.” She smiled. “Well, would my breasts do?” “Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” He dropped his pants… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Call Girl?
Yes, it's been a while. Still too much going on with too little time to write. Three days later, Ken and Sadie loaded their bedding into the wagon. They were headed home. Other folks, closer to hand, had come down to help the decimated farm. They'd said their goodbyes at breakfast and were heading out… Continue reading Vortex (11)