Love Making


Phoebe; sex and punishment

Phoebe was causing her parents a lot heart ache and they were at their wits end. She dressed very provocatively and was rumoured to be having sex with a number of the local lads. At home she was rude, unhelpful and prone to bully her younger brother. The final straw was when she was expelled from school for trying to seduce a teacher. It was clear that strong measures were needed. It was decided that Phoebe would be sent to stay with her older sister. Nicole lived in a small village located on the southern tip of Corsica. Nicole herself had been far from a conventional child and in her own way had caused her parents much anguish. However, she had always been discrete and respectful.

A Library Liason

My name is Zoë and I am nineteen, I have three loves, good coffee poured over a vanilla pod, good books and screwing beautiful girls. Oh, while I like my coffee vanilla I want my sex to be anything but. I spend hours' hanging out at the local library and I know many of the librarians well, some very well. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I do not know why. Her hair was a mess; she had no idea on how to use make up and her clothes, well she is fashion's equivalent to the titanic. Given all this I was getting quite wet and the telltale tingle was clearly present. I immediately struck up a conversation and fell in love with her voice. We shared a lot of common interests...

Food fight and first sex

I was late out of college and when I got home I rushed up stairs and had a quick shower, shave and brushed of my teeth. I was determined to smell nice tonight. I was just throwing a wash bag and some books in to my rucksack when the doorbell rang. My sister called out "Jamie, its your date's parents"She was clearly amused by this. I rushed down stairs giving my sister a glare and got into the back of Mercedes waiting for me at the curve. It was my first sleep over at my girlfriend's house and they had kindly agreed to give me a lift.

Jane's story

I turned 19 a few months back and am doing temp jobs between school and university. My new job started a few weeks back and it was a real eye opener for me. I was going to work in a publishing house and I wondered what it would entail. I had just entered the main door when I bumped into a boy I knew from school, he was very fit and it was clear now that he wanted to take me as much as I wanted him We quickly found an empty room and I removed my dress and thongs, I was already wet so I skip foreplay and fucked him hard we both came and fixed up our next meeting, lunch in fact.

katie's story

I will get the personal details out of the way quickly. My name is Katie I am 19 and am studying History at University. Oh, and by the way I have always considered myself to be the sort of girl that is only interested in men. Well that was until I met Suzie. She had enrolled on the same course as me and the first time I saw her I think my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She was breathtakingly beautiful and I admit I was shocked by the way my body reacted, my nipple were soon erect and my knickers were drenched with my juices. I thought I was going to cum just by looking at her. At the end of the lecture she came up to me and asked if I would like to join her for coffee.

Model House

Oh my god, I thought as his kisses trailed down my neck to my collarbone. "okay you... that's enough for now," I say gently pushing him back. "We came here to look at the models remember?"I didn't give him a chance to answer before I opened the car door and got out.He gets out and begins to follow behind me. "Are you sure we can just walk in? I mean don't they lock these things?" he asks catching up with me.

Mine forever

I have seen a bit of the world and learned a lot of things in my nearly 35 years of existence. There was a lady and her young son occupying the seat in front of me. It was obvious that the lady was tense and nervous. Usually I travel by A/c because of the dust and heat. Generally it was also less crowded and noisy than the sleeper compartment I was traveling in. But there was no ticket available even in the notorious black market and here I was traveling with the 'common' man. The lady was around 40 years old, maybe five or six years older than me. She was a bit on the plumper and darker side, but had a manner of bearing that was very attractive.

Unintended Rendezvous

It had been a long morning. Meetings, calls, and dealing with indecisiveness. I was more than ready for a soothing cup of coffee and a few moments of peace and quiet. The familiar coffee shop was a welcome sight. I ordered my usual and found a secluded table in the corner near the window. Taking a notepad out, I decided to try to make some sense from the happenings of the morning so far. While taking a sip of my coffee, I glanced up and saw an older gentleman looking in my direction. Not wanting to seem rude, I smiled, and he returned the gesture. Passing it off as just a gesture of politeness, I went back to my task. All the while, I felt like someone was right behind me.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

Young Widow CH07

That whole next week I was in a pretty bad mood. I stayed away from people outside of work. At the office I tried to be my cheerful, smiling self, but people could tell I was unhappy. Jennifer, my assistant as well as a confidant, talked to me about it on two different days. "It's obvious something is bothering you," she told me in private. "I'm okay," I told her. "Just a lot of things hitting me at once, but I'll be fine.""We should talk. You'd feel better if you got it off your chest," Jennifer responded. "No, I really don't think so. I'd rather not talk about it. It'll be better in a few days."She was a good friend and didn't force me to talk.