Rain storm Stories

When you left, I should have followed you. But I was foolish and didn’t think you’d actually go. Now it’s too late to say I’m sorry. I see you with another girl, and it crushes my soul that I let you slip through my fingers. Envisioning your hands all over her body, your mouth kissing her perky breasts, and your magnificent cock sliding into her hot pussy is more than I can bear. I tell myself it’s not my fault. I didn’t...

The storm was a wild thing, howling across the barren country road, lashing rain against Maddy’s windshield with a furious intensity. Inside her old Volvo, the only sounds were the rhythmic thud of the wipers and the low thrum of the engine, a comforting counterpoint to the chaos outside. Maddy, a woman of quiet confidence and even quieter desires, appreciated the solitude of nights like these. A beautiful lesbian, conten...

She woke alone after an evening of splendor. With the bed still warm, she rushed out, discovering he’d left. Standing in the rain under a dilapidated umbrella, her heart ached. He’d exposed her soul just as the sheer rain-soaked gown revealed her body. He’d touched her as no man ever had, nor would ever do so again. Then he left her with nothing. Nothing but memories of the way her body moved under his: the thrill of her...