Show your Lines

Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living.

He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women it offered. He had trouble envisioning running a computer consulting business, an hour and a half away from Philadelphia, or trying to find suitable dates and excitement here in the country. The decision to put the farm up for sale was an easy one. (more…)

“Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2001 by Couture”

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*Part V*

Laura woke up with her head surrounded by the bottom of Monique’s gown, staring straight into her dark pussy.

“Get off me! What are you doing?” Laura cried in desperation as she struggled to dislodge her dorm-mate.

“Shhh, take it easy, pervie. I ain’t gonna hurt you. See, my brain started clickin’ last night while you was asleep, and I think I may have a cure for yo’ lesbianism. (more…)

People are like fine porcelain. You can pick them up, touch them, toss them around if you want to take a big chance of hurting them, or simply drop them and watch them break. I guess you could say I’m a prime example of china that got chipped somewhere along the way. It happened back in high school, I’m quite sure. I just can’t remember when. I mean there is one of them like me in every high school. You’ve all heard about them or known someone like them yourself. You know what I am talking about–the girls who will do it with anyone, at any time, in any place. If the whole football team were to line up…well, like I said, you already know the story. What you don’t know is that I was one of them. (more…)

Memories of last night came unbidden to her mind. Not that Grace tried hard as she unloaded the dishwasher. They were far too pleasurable to keep away.

Her first time going to a lesbian bar… letting the Domme side of her loose in Real Life rather than keeping it hidden… and her first time with a submissive. She could hardly believe it. Yet she knew they were real. She could still feel Marie’s kisses. Smiling, Grace could feel them everywhere Marie had kissed.

As she put a glass away, she thought back, remembering as they walked up to Marie’s car. Grace remembered how she had reached for Marie, pulling Marie against her body, lips descending upon lips. The feeling of Marie’s mouth yielding to hers sending a thrill up Grace’s spine. Knowing that for tonight at least, she belonged to Grace. Marie had moaned as Grace’s tongue explored her mouth, flicking against her own tongue. The two tongues dancing as the two of them had danced shortly before. Then parting, with regret yet anticipation, for they would soon be by themselves. (more…)

“This story is inspired by real events and contains a lot of elements that transcend any one theme.

First time, interracial, bdsm, anal, non-consent/reluctance, group, and cigarette smoking!

Due to the smoking content no one under 18 should read this.

Excuse any grammatical errors I may have overlooked.

Writing is my hobby not my life and I devoted all the time to this one story I can afford for the moment.”

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As unreal as it seemed, especially to Tristan, Ren had entered his life straight from his wettest dreams. In fact she was even better looking. Ren’s father was a global investment broker who traveled the world before he met her mother. Ren was now twenty-two years of age and had grown into the product of the best of the east and the west. At two inches over five feet she weighed five pounds over a hundred… if she were wearing all of her clothes… and maybe a couple of big combat boots for her little feet. Her raven black hair fell like a curtain of black silk weaving a night sky on a summers night, framing features that were a blend of almond shaped eyes and olive colored skin. (more…)