Nightfall came quickly on that December eve and Danni and her cousins retreated for the night. Never would she have thought that three of them would have fit on a full sized bed, but there they were, snuggled close together. The only three female cousins of the family lay on the bed while the male cousins spread across the floor. It was gallant of them to offer up the bed, she thought; though that meant that any late night passages to the bathroom would be rather difficult to traverse. This was compounded by the fact that one of their cousins invited his friend, Jon.

Being raised with older ideologies meant that the girls were rather shy around him. So they quickly changed and all cuddled under the warm blanket and tried to sleep. After about an hour, Danni lie on the bed, still awake, anxious for tomorrow. This was her first time coming to the old family lodge and she had dreamt of skiing down the porcelain sheets of snow since she was small. What she hadn’t anticipated was the cold. The frigid air was relentless and the ice, unforgiving. She knew that she would have dress warm tomorrow. Read more »

It was a picturesque morning, an idyllic scene. The weather was nice, the sun was out, the botanic garden wedding day was better than any day they could have imagined. The white trellis with the vine of purple flowers intertwined hung over them as the minister read their vows. They had just finished listening to Kem belting out “Promise to Love” and now it was their turn to consummate their love on this wedding day.

She remembered the day so vividly in her mind.

Repeat after me.

I, Mia, take you, Mark, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

She had repeated these vows, over and over again in her head as she lay in her bed missing him. Missing his smell, his manhood, his love. He was long gone, but she remembered the W. The short time they had spent together in a torrid love affair in the streets of Manhattan. How could she forget? How could she forget the late night at the movie theater watching the Matrix as he dozed in and out of sleep? How could she forget walking down the street, arm in arm without a care in the world. No fear of detection, alone to be who they wanted to be, and together at last? Read more »

Author's note: I hope I'm not breaking anybody's heart with this one. I just had to get it off my chest. I went to a catholic school when I was young and was brainwashed by the nuns in catechism class. They told us we would go to hell if we masturbated. I've still got hang ups to this day…

Finger Fucking Nun

She was a nun who liked to finger fuck. I guess it had something to do with her solemn vows. She had to remain a virgin, but that didn’t stop her from having a little fun every once in a while. She let me stick my finger inside her. Sometimes I would stick in two fingers and work the clit. She could cum so fast, she must have been thinking about it all day. She liked vibrators too. I got a kick out of watching her cum. She would roll the tip of the vibrator around her clit until it got nice and hard. Then she would work it in and out until she was squirting cum. Her pussy got so wet as she did this same routine over and over again, maybe 2-3 times in one night. I liked it because she let me lick it up when she was done.