At first it seemed a bit strange to be reading aloud a story written in the first person by a woman. But somehow, knowing that Vanessa had written the story, I found it a tremendous turn-on. It was as if I was not just possessing her body from the outside as I had already, but…
The afternoon sun was streaming through the bedroom window when I awoke from a dream that Vanessa was casually and luxuriously sucking my cock, to find that she really was casually and luxuriously sucking my cock. “Hmmm..mmm,” I sighed contentedly, “nothing like waking from a wet dream to find a wet reality.” “Well reality’s not the…
“Come on over here and get comfortable while I think up a story,” I suggested to Vanessa. “I know I’m not allowed to play with your pussy while I tell it, but what about your boobs. Can I play with those. I need something to inspire me.” “Well,” Vanessa considered, “normally that would be totally…
Once the bed was covered with fluffy bath-towels, Vanessa jumped on it and lay with her legs spread wide. “Look how wet you’ve got me,” she said, sliding a couple of fingers easily in and out of her pussy. “And that’s not just from the bath. Here, taste.” I came over and sucked her slippery…
The next day I had set up my easel on the beach outside my cottage and was once more attempting to paint a landscape that someone might actually want to buy. Once more I was failing miserably. My heart just wasn’t in it. “Howdy, neighbour,” called Vanessa as she strolled up the beach towards me….
They decided to leave Jasper and head back to Banff. A leisurely drive back to the more cosmopolitan town would be good for both of them. He had called ahead to the largest hotel in the town. It was also the oldest. For a price, they would take care of every detail. He was counting…
I can’t believe it. This all has to be a dream. That cunt, she used me. Why did I not see it from the beginning? Here I sat and thought we had become such wonderful friends. But boy, did she ever pull the cloth over my eyes. All I can do is sigh again as…
“I’m writing a novel set during the Victorian era,” Vanessa explained as I dried off my face and hair with the towel that she had handed me. “Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story.” “So it’s a fairly sexy sort of story is it?” I surmised. “Not exactly your Oliver Twist‚…
It was no good. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was back on the other side of the island where I lived in a small cottage over-looking the beach. I had my easel set up on a slight rise that gave me a perfect view of the sea and the beach and the…
Jack felt an intense satisfaction fucking Becky. He muttered something about cleaning up and left shortly after getting dressed. But Garrett hung around. He felt a tug at his heart. He didn’t want to be parted from Becky. Garrett went closer to Becky. Her body was still warm from the fuck fest. He sat next…
For five years I had lived on the island totally without human companionship. I saw no men but the old guy who ran the supply ship, and no women at all. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul…
Chapter 2 The first week of school had past by rather fast, considering I couldn’t keep my eyes off all the guys and girls who were dressing up rather provocatively. I love walking the campus from class to class or just sitting at a table watching as everyone passed me by. One cute guy I…
Big Girls Keep Even Bigger Secrets. Chapter One It was my first day at College, being a freshman at a University filled with a bunch of people I didn’t know had me nervous, especially about my appearance. I woke up an hour earlier than normal, throughout the morning I tried on just about every outfit…
On Friday Alicia sent a text to my phone asking me to call her cell. When I did she told me she was back from her sister’s and one of her friends had taken her to lunch to tell her that there was talk in the neighborhood that Phil was having an affair. Feigning shock,…
Ok, so I’ll answer the most obvious and frequently asked question: How does a married 32 year old Ivy League educated heiress from an old Main Line Philadelphia family become a porn actress? There is no short answer, even though I have attempted them in countless interviews during my 10-year career. This is simply the…