Debbie sank into the steaming water, the porcelain rim a cool contrast against her flushed skin. Oddly, she hadn't bothered to undress. The heavy denim of her knee-length skirt clung to her legs, the white shirt plastered against her torso, the smart... |
The late afternoon sun warmed the shingle beach of a secluded cove just west of Bognor Regis. Debbie stood at the water's edge, the gentle rhythm of the waves washing over the toes of her sturdy, brown knee-high boots. She wasn't dressed for swimming... |
The old porcelain tub filled steadily, steam curling into the cool air of the bathroom. Debbie stood beside it, fully dressed. Not in pajamas or a robe, but in her favourite going-out outfit: a dark blue denim shirt tucked into a snug, knee-length de... |
Last weekend i went to the woods near me with the hope of some deep puddles, as im into wetlook more than messy or muddy not many deep puddles but lots of wet mud, i couldn't believe how much i enjoyed just walking straight into the mud not trying to... |
2 We lived together for a year; we’d been an item for three months before that and friends for about eighteen months before that; and in all that time I only saw her get all her clothes totally wet on one occasion - not that there weren’t a few near mi... |
Bathroom Heaven Cath called down to me Im in the bathroom can you come and help me, I walked upstairs and into the bathroom to be greeted by Cath sitting on the edge of the bath wearing a white long sleeved shirt with the top three buttons undone dow... |
Scott and Laura shower together.
Laura and I had just finished our first ever messy sex session. It was a birthday treat that Laura had planned for me and it was the most amazing sex session I have ever experienced. I thought that was the end of i... |
So there I was, sitting at home thinking about preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. It was a friend of mine, Sarah, who I'd not seen in a little while. I asked her in, and noticed she seemed a little agitated, almost as if she was nervous about s... |
Sara found herself on her own that sunny Saturday morning, fishing pole in her hand killing time and relaxing after the late night with her husband Tom. They two of them had been camping for the last three days enjoying time away from her high stress... |