Cricket Anyone? India's 2nd Innings

Chapter Twelve: Full Circle On a Saturday in mid September 1999, in the early afternoon, Tamara was at her dressing table getting ready for the visit of her lover, Orla, the red haired, green eyed Irish beauty. Jack had just left for a football match so he'd be gone for hours. Tamara applied her make up in light tan stockings, a white six strap suspender belt and five inch high, pointed toe, pale gold stilettos. Knowing that her bra and panties would be removed within seconds of Orla's arrival, she simply stepped, as she was, into her warm pink fitted shift dress. She looked very desirable and she knew it. As she stood in front of the full length mirror she ran her hands down her curves to rest on her left thigh and her right hip. She decided that she would 'do' herself anytime and her pussy tingled at the thought of Orla's fingers inside her. Orla wouldn't be here for twenty minutes or so but Tamara could hardly bare the excitement of anticipation at what wou...

**Author's note: So sorry this is later than usual. I've been dealing with some health issues that I haven't had much time to write. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There was a shapeless darkness. Ebony was floating in an endless cold sea, unaware of where she was or what had happened before. Fear knotted in her stomach trapped in this unfeeling space. Her thoughts were glazed and fuzzy from the drug induced coma. But soon she found herself lifting. A warmth was calling to her and she latched onto that only life line until the black sea dissolved to the waking world. She relied on her senses slowly setting free from the grip of the drugs. She smelled coffee and honeyed mint tea. Vanilla and wool. Domestic and homey. She felt cool cotton sheets stroking her skin. Mostly bare skin. "Ebbie..." Her eyes crept open, slowly adjusting. Her head pounded. Ebony's senses absorbed the world around her desperately until it all became a spike in her still cotton brain....

I open my eyes to the sound of birds singing right outside my window. And my first thought is of you. I close my eyes once more and conjure up your image. Even though it's been a long time, I can still remember everything about you as if it was only yesterday. Your dark, soul-searching brown eyes looking into mine. Your warm hands on my waist. Your breath on my neck. The weight of your body on top of my own. Just the comforting feel of your strength. Reassuring. Steady. A shaky breath escapes my lips. I can't cry. Not now. I've cried enough. Instead, I decide to allow my imagination to wander elsewhere. No sadness. Only lovely memories. After all, that is all I have now. Instead, I imagine you're in the bed with me, at my feet, lovingly kissing the sole of one up to my toes. I bite my lip and resist the urge to pull back. I'm ticklish and you know it, but I also know you've got a firm grip on my foot. I giggle and attempt to wait patiently or else you'll b...

I'm not a great writer, if you are looking for a well written story, you might be disappointed. I'm trying to get better. If you like a story that gets to the sex and like to stroke, you might enjoy it. Matt had watched the girl next door go from pre-teen to now 18. Stacy has always been a tease to the men in the neighborhood. Today is her 18th birthday party and Matt and his wife were invited. She is wearing a short skirt and a halter top. As the party goes on Matt catches her sneaking drinks and she just smiles at him. Matt heads to the bathroom and as he gets to the door it opens and there she is, as she walks by her hand grazes the front of his shorts. Was this on purpose or an accident, either way Matt's mind goes into overdrive. Matt keeps watching her from across the room, when she catches him, she just licks her lips and smiles. A bit later Matt walks out by the pool and she walks up to him, she slips her panties into his hand and says "meet me in the garage ...

The Photo shop by Candyman666© Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Chapter 27: George and Janet's daughter Dawn. No rest for the wicked, or that's how I felt when Sunday evening around 8 the bell rang. Who would dare to disturb me on my day off, especially after yesterday's antics with Lance and Cathy? I saw a beautiful young blonde woman looking into the camera of my front door video system. "Hello," I said. "Hello Lew, I'm Dawn, George and Janet's daughter, and I was wondering if you...

014 Wait! I did what!? Where!? Pt.2 "So, you don't want me to cover up, but you're obviously not comfortable?" I asked trying to seem surprised. "Well no you're amazingly hot..." he only got that much said and I zoned out because of the lightning storm that was going on in my vagina. I felt a twitch almost like I was being worked up toward an orgasm. This was really unusual, there had to be something wrong with me, I remember thinking. I mean I was drowning in attention, at least that's how it felt, and I loved it. Was this because at 32 years old I had never gotten much if any attention? Was I trying to overdose on attention like a drug? I snapped back to the beach and the 3 college guys there 1 sitting and 2 standing with obvious erections trying to win the fight with their speedos. I quickly decided to worry about the soul searching, why, questions later. Fuck it live for the day right? Trying to figure out a way to recover from my lapse of atte...

Unbeknownst to me, my girlfriend had put in an extra pill with my allergy regimen, nothing bad, just an extra pill with what I took everyday. Said it was for the dehydration. Strangely enough in hindsight, it actually did help with that. Also unbeknownst to me, is that the pills were a stimulant that worked with arousal to temporarily increase the size of male genitals, when taken once a week. Anyway, she was amazing in bed, it had gotten to the point that other women just didn't arouse me compared to her. Not that I even wanted to. This made it difficult when she was away on business trips, as I would get progressively more and more pent up the longer she was gone with no chance of release until she got back. This trip was particularly hard, literally. It was the end of the third week and I was almost constantly erect, at night I'd try to jerk myself off but I'd just produce an ungodly amount of precum before my arms got too tired to continue. That was, until she came ho...