A Better Man Than I

I haven't spoken seven hundred and fifty words to her since the beginning. It was a deep cut. I bled for her. I burned. A crazy rush of nerves crowded my mouth each time we bumped into each other. Garbled speech. Blushed cheeks. Her smile. Her eyes drowned me and this time I was going to ask. "Maybe... Do you... Um. Think we could..." "I'd love to. Relax." Her hand touched me and my skin drank her in. "Coffee? Dinner?" "Let's just hang out. Meet me at the club later." The Uni club. A jungle of better-looking men. All beating their chests. It didn't matter. "Don't get your hopes up." I told my crazy beating heart. My beer watched me mockingly as I waited for her. She was intercepted by eager men. Her eyes apologised to me as she politely excused herself. This was real. Perhaps a nasty set up. But real. "Hi." I take too long to respond to her smiled hello. "Maybe you could get me a Riesling?" &quo

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories. -- The goat perched anxiously on the edge of his bed, wanting even then, lips parted with a tiny gleam of moisture on them. It was strange, very strange, not something that he had tried before but the app-controlled chastity device held reverently in his paws looked more or less like any other one that he had worn before. It was not innocuous, not by a long shot, but Grayscale knew that it being able to be controlled by someone else, without even giving them a key or needing them to be in the local vicinity to him, was another kinky level of deviousness that would up the ante even more. "O

Hello My Dear Readers... This New Series is an Anthology of Confessions by Indian Mothers. These Desi Mature Women who are considered to be Loyal & Faithful by the Society, are in-fact living their blissful lives keeping their darkest secrets safely hidden - While some of these Incidents are forced after-effects, some are simply an elusive way of life, and each Episode of MOTHERS CONFESS will feature Female Parents from across India, coming forward to open up on their Lust-Filled Encounters. The intention is to write Short & Quick Reads, and I hope all of you will like this attempt. Happy Reading!! * My name is Huma... I am a 40 year old Muslim Mother, from Kashmir. I got married just a day after I turned 18, and had since been decorating the post of a Voiceless Housewife, in my husband's crowded family. I have never before been asked about the dimensions of my body, and neither did I think I will ever have to share the intimate details, but since it is mandatory here, I

The fabric of Stephen's sheets rubbed against his tender flesh as he slept; it served as a reminder when he woke of Victoria's savagery the night before. He hurried to work on the bus and spent his lunchtime buying food for a simple three-course meal. Stephen was not a skilled cook with limited skills in the kitchen, so he opted for a straightforward menu. For a starter, he took prepared salad and added cooked prawns and a dollop of seafood sauce. For the main course, spicy wedges, corn-on-the-cob and a rump steak with peppercorn sauce. For the dessert, crème brûlée and shortbread biscuits. He put the wine in the freezer to cool quickly. Most of the food could be simply heated or served, and he changed into the only apron in the house shortly before six. Victoria was on time. She walked into Stephen's home the moment he answered the door, wearing a white blouse and leather trousers. She dropped a large gym bag in his hallway and watched him close the door. "My family

Chapter 30 - The Boycott Two days after Eveline's defeat of Joe's Towing, Eveline left Strickland's house to go for a hike with Lance. Almost immediately after they left, Strickland received a text from Nancy. I'm on my way over. I'm not alone. Get ready to fly east. Passing by to pick you up in five minutes. Text Eveline and your player Jenny and tell them you're dealing with a family emergency and you'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Nothing more than that. Hope you know what not to tell them. Leave your cellphone at home to charge. Don't bring anything with you. Strickland took a deep breath. Fly east with Nancy, on a moment's notice, and don't bring anything. She barely had time to send the two texts to Eveline and Jenny and plug in her phone before a non-descript SUV with tinted windows pulled up in her driveway. A guard got out of the passenger side and opened the back door. She entered the vehicle to join Nancy in the back seat. Both women

Episode 46: Closetful of Surprise An attractive young woman in business outfit enters the apartment. She quickly goes to her room and puts the PC on the floor. She's singing a song through all of this and looks very happy. She takes off her shoes then goes to the attached bathroom and starts the shower running. She returns to her room and undresses, hanging up her clothes as she takes them off and tossing her underwear into a laundry hamper. She looks through her closet, taking out various skirts and putting them back. She's just humming at this point. We can tell she's not satisfied with any of the skirts she looked at. She closes the closet and admires herself in the mirror briefly then goes back to the bathroom. She leaves open the door to her room. She gets in the shower and we watch her washing her body. She's singing happily again. The shower head is detachable and she uses it to wash off her body. When she uses it to wash her pussy, she stops humming. She leans

I come home from a day out with friends to find you in the shower. I undress and step in the shower behind you. Your back is to me and I hug you around the waist. My body tight up against your back. You start to turn but I say wait, let me wash your back. I grab the soap and soap up my hands. I touch your lower back with both of my soapy hands and start to move my hands up your back. You move the shower head slightly so the soap doesn't just wash off and raise your arms up placing your hands high on the shower wall. My soapy hands move up your back to your shoulders. I soap up my hands again and placing my hands on your shoulders move my hands up your arms as far as I can reach. My nipples are touching your back. You feel wonderful - all slick and soapy. I push my body into your back and slide around a bit before bringing my hands back down your arms and back. My hands slide down your ass to your thighs as far as I can reach. My left hand slides up the side of your ass. my right

The door swung open and my mother came into the house. I had heard her pull up and it was my job to be standing there when she arrived. I had to have my body fully shaved and I was forced to be wearing a complete set of vintage lingerie under my house dress. Garter belt with nylons, panties, a slip, and a bra. I was 19 years old and for the past year I had been living full time as a girl, despite having a tiny penis between my legs. "Have you been a good girl for mommy today?" Said my mother. "Yes ma'am. I always am." I replied. "You know what I want to hear you say don't you?" She said. "I do." I replied. "Then repeat it after me; 'I am a girl. I am a good girl. I'm ashamed I have a penis in my panties. My penis is disgusting." My mother paused. I repeated; "I am a girl. I am a good girl. I'm ashamed I have a penis in my panties. My penis is disgusting." "That's my girl. You look very pretty ton