Fingers Stories

Thirty minutes after the applause, I was finally alone. My sexual energy is still coursing through my veins. I had given my all. Every word I'd sung had come from deep within, the sensuality in my hips perfectly portraying how I felt. I had lost myself in the moment, the microphone, so phallic as my red-nailed fingers wrapped around it. My thick, glossy red lips expressed my inner desires as my husky voice teased and sedu...

Later that summer, I was home alone with Leena while our folks were at work. We had continued to have sex from time to time, while she still dated Marcus. Nasha had even learned how to give me a BJ. People often remarked how we didn't fight any more. Little did they know. We were sitting on the downstairs sofa. I was expecting to be dipping my dick again into that forbidden cunt. As we kissed, Leena's hand fumbled with my...

As my hand lingers, I see your smile, A radiant glow, a heart beguiled. Your lips part softly, breath held in pause, As if the moment defies time's laws. As my hand lingers, I hear you gasp, A sound of surprise, a whispered rasp. Your eyes grow wide, a gleam so bright, A spark ignited, passion takes flight. Your skin is soft, like petals unfurled, Your touch, electric, courses through our world. My fingers trace the curve...