If Helen had announced dinner would be served in the downstairs cloakroom, Branko couldn’t have been more astounded. “Did Luc agree to this?” “Luc is away. If he comes back between now and then, we can change. Get over yourself, Branko. Food will be just as tasty in the kitchen and look at it thi...
Poppy hesitated, asking herself that as she didn’t precisely have an answer. She just had. Thrilled at the state of her future house and still hyped at getting the job, somehow dinner seemed the best way to end the day. And, to be honest, spending a few more hours in Stéphane Poulain’s company wo...
She was so deep into the utter bliss of John’s cock. “Mmm?” “Did you come?” Had she? “No. I just feel wonderful.” “That makes two of us.” “I wish I wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.” “You felt me, didn’t you?” “Oh yes!” “Like being tied, helpless?” “What do you think?” Would she really...
As she dashed into her bedroom, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her face-down on the mattress, and landed on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress. His cock felt harder than before, and he made a point of grinding his erection into the crease of her ass. “Seems I may have to ...
I tend to use first person for Lesbian and Gay stories as it helps avoid what I call the “pronoun problem”. For example: “She kissed her breast.” or “He stroked his cock.” Where it’s difficult to be sure who is doing what to whom or is it self-service? First person helps sort this out. As for why...
