Short Story : ' The Purple Haired Girl '

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

“Take your time, Vi,” Sarah said using the Kiowa word for sister or an endearment between friends. She flipped her hair around, her long highlighted hair swirled around her as she smiled over at John. Her demeanor melting from anger to seducer in quick succession; flowing through her, sinking away. Sashaying away, Sarah grabbed John’s arm and whispered into his ear while walking her fingers up his arm. “I’m anxious to hear about your workout program, John. Your body looks so strong and… fit.” Sarah lowered her voice further, gently running her hand down his side, “I’ll bet you have lots of… stamina.”

He stood, breathless, with the love of his life held between his arms, and his gaze alighted on hers, the lingering taste of her lips from the kiss upon his, and his mouth curled up into a smile. A grown man, who'd been through the hell of Afghanistan, and survived it, a man who'd also survived the destruction of his marriage, a man who could kill without compunction or remorse, nor a seconds hesitation, yet here he was, as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. And, it wasn't because of a lack of confidence in himself, or in Azairah, or that, even though he'd not made love in so long, but that he didn't want to bring back any bad memories, for her, or that he considered sex like Cole Douglas and his ilk, an act purely for the man's pleasure,

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Isaac got up quickly with only his boxers still on. They both made eye contact with each other, standing there in surprise. Being completely embarrassed, Malessica turned around, exiting the room within seconds. Her face had completely reddened, closing her eyes tightly. Since she had exited, Isaac slammed the door shut, pressing his back against it. His face was reddened completely, having two girls appear on him without clothes twice within a span of a few minutes.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their

“Oh well… that’s a rather long story that I rather tell you when we are in my apartment. Okay?” Logan looked at her, smiling a gorgeous smile. Lexi felt her knees get weak. Oh my god, he just got more gorgeous. How is that possible? Lexi could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. Her face was getting red. She just wanted to push him up against the wall, wrap her legs around him, press her lips to his, and show him the time of his

When she was roughly hiked off the bed by Karl, one man took the opportunity to spread her legs wide apart and slam his cock into the teen's dripping, pink hole. Beside her, others released their erections and stroked. Sophie Scott's arms were lifted in the air, and the guard behind her chuckled when he pressed the cool glass tip of the dildo, slick with the juices from her pussy, against her rear entrance, and began to spread it open. 'Guess it's my lucky day, I'll be your first.' His gaze shifted to his companions, 'But you not your

“Oh,” Valerie whimpered as she was caught between a knotting thrust of Serenity’s fake cock and her brother’s equally determined hilting thrust. The feeling of the combined cocks expanding and pounding her body caused Valerie to reach her first peak. “Mhm,” Valerie moaned, as her body tightened it’s hold on the invading members. Dripping her sexual juices onto Serenity Valerie closed her eyes and just let her brother take hold of her. The feeling of her brother’s tight grip on her arms as he continued to plow into her tight tail hole only made Valerie’s orgasm stronger. With Serenity determined to match Zander blow for blow, Valerie’s first orgasm was merely a false summit on her climb to true, overwhelming pleasure.

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?" Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his shaft into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie Scott's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her cunt with his meat. Beside her, the one whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the men filling her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's pussy and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

The Color Purple, written by Alice Walker illuminates the struggles African-American women face in the early twentieth century. They are all joined together through love, hatred and hard times in life. The narrator and one of the main characters, Celie, age fourteen lives in Georgia.

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

She was a very sexual being, and her need hadn’t gone away simply because Rodger had. Mathew was still busy as ever. Though taking care of the kids did fill a lot of her time, she wanted more. That was always the way with Mia. She was in the middle of helping a fundraiser. She was the head of the committee in fact. Mia did like to stay busy and put herself in the center of attention. That day is still so vivid in her memory. She had stumbled inside, taking stock of the lavish surroundings. From the outside, one could certainly never imagine what it looked like on the inside. There were other women there, barely dressed, walking about upstairs. She caught glimpses of them. The woman that approached her wore the most beautiful shade or red lipstick. “It’s called me fuck me red,” she had explained to Mia. Cynthia Reynolds quickly became one of Mia’s closest acquaintances. She explained what her business was and invited Mia to come back and explore the house and ask questions. Cynthia could see the need in Mia’s eyes. She knew the look her women had about them, and it was shining through in