It started with a look. He looked at me from across the pool and not in the way the father of your best friend is supposed to look at you. His eyes filled with lust as he examined the curves barely concealed by my bikini. My first instinct was to cover myself with my arms, but I didn’t. I sat there on the edge of the pool, pretending I didn’t see him look at me as my body heated to boiling with desire filling me. I still...

Before I get into the juicy parts of this story, I will give you a little background information on myself. At the time this true account happened, I was seventeen going on twenty, stood 5'2", and had big hips and 38C breasts. Not super-thin, but not fat either. I was a horny teen, and I had found someone to help me out. It was a hot and muggy summer night, and I was walking home from a friend's house. I was wearing short...

You come from Turkey, somewhere in the east, I think. Your father is rich, a ‘captain of industry’, owns a mine or a mill or something like that. He’s always had money and you have always been spoilt, he bought you whatever you wanted. However, he didn't always let you have your own way. No, he was strict in that sense, overprotective and quite religious. A Muslim of course, you wore Islamic dress from a young age, even b...

My daughter, Rori, and her best friend, Emma, got in my car after exiting the mall and putting their multiple shopping bags in the trunk. "Hi, Mr. Hull!" Emma said in her adorable, chipper voice. "Thanks for letting me sleep over tonight on such short notice." I smiled back at her and Rori. "It's not a problem, you know you're always welcome at my house." I took the chance to give the eighteen year-old a quick look, notic...

I turn the handle and the jets of hot water stop immediately. I slide open the glass door, step soaking wet and naked, into the warm, steam filled bathroom and reach for the plush towel of Sea Island cotton on the heated rail. I dry my face, but neglect the rest of body, simply drag the terry cloth lazily down my chest and wrap it loosely around my waist. Standing in front of the fogged up mirror, I clear the condensation...

How old are you there, cotton candy? Three times seven years I guess, I guess you know just how you tease me, Standing there in that summer dress. Down by the penny arcade, In high heel shoes, with sugar pink lips, How many broken hearts have you made? How few have cum between those hips? Oh, if I were again three times seven, Flowers to you I’d gladly bring, Oh, if I were again three times seven, The cotton candy blues I...

“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren't go a-hunting, for fear of little men.”-William Allingham, “The Fairies”***“I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun slipped behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, but no one was there that Megan could see. She frowned. “What do you mean?” Flor...

I lay awake in the half light of the room, birdsong filtered through the window and I turned onto my side. Liam was still asleep but the rumble of a passing freight train could be felt in the bed. When he woke with the sound of the alarm, I was surprised by the gentle touch of his hand on my head. He isn’t affectionate with me but squeezed me into his chest at my quiet request before we got up. I didn’t expect a cuddle bu...