Late Sunday Afternoon "That was truly amazing." whispered to Annie. Yes, it was, and sucking Bull's cock wasn't bad either, thought Kathy as she pressed her wet pussy in Brice's face before standing up. "See, I knew I could do it. It's almost impossible though. My jaw is sore." Moving over to her chair Kathy pulls her blouse together before taking her...
At the urging of a few readers who enjoyed, "The Dark Side of Flavia", I wrote this follow up story. "Dark Side" and "Dark Revenge" are stories in a parallel world with "There She Is Again". Sometimes the stories cross paths making some additional fun for those who have read them all. Unlike other follow up stories, this one may leave you with a couple of qu...
Susan and I had been best friends for the passed four years. We had met at a previous job and had hit it off very quickly. Our life styles were very different. My husband is a successful sales rep for a major computer company and hers is a construction laborer. We live in relative comfort while they live the life of the lower middle class. My husband is hard...
Chapter 8 "Wish Clark's was open," Paula admitted as she ushered them into the kitchen. "Two o'clock in the morning?" Terry asked sleepily. "Yeah," Paula sighed. "Only thing I hate about living in this itty bitty town; nothing's open after the sun goes down." "Uh huh," Terry smiled. "And it's always so damned hard coming down after a rough one like toni...
She arrived at the hotel with her smart business attire. She settled on a full-length business suit with her arms covered, as she did not feel like attracting a lot of attention. The woman had a lot of seminars to attend during the day, which left her only a bit of time to keep up with her exercise routine. Wheeling her luggage into the lobby of the Four Se...
My last client walked out the door. Thank god, this week was finally over. It's not that I didn't like my job, I did. In fact, I loved it. But after five days of listening to other people's problems it was definitely time for me to focus on my own needs. It was Friday night and I was looking forward to a fun weekend. The potential was there. After three wee...
Disclaimer:-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -Send any and a...
"How are you still not packed Izzy?" I yelled down the hall. I stood in her dorm which looked more like a dishevelled mystical laboratory. While admiring her many alchemical ingredients, magical components and enchantment tools, I caught my reflection in an extravagant silver mirror. I paused to study myself. My long blonde hair was perfectly held up by intr...
Marie stared at her reflection in the mirror, mildly guilty that she had been out drinking last night. Her head felt okay but she'd felt a little woozy this morning until she hit the exercise bike followed by a run and a shower. Honey blonde hair fell past her shoulders, the locks teased out to give her a wind-tossed look faintly reminiscent of a popular '80...
This poem is still under construction Scene: I go to your apartment at 3:00, I know you'll be home from work soon so I start preparing because I want everything to be just right. I slice a few apples and spread a layer of peanut butter on each one. Then I chill some wine glasses in the freezer and place some ice and cherries in a bowl. At about 3:30 the s...