I sit across the table from Kat. Beautiful, sexy Kat. She is smiling at me, sipping her coffee, and all I can think about is how to take her home with me so I can have my way with her. I met Kat about 5 years ago while I was still seeing Dena. Both Dena and Kat worked for the same graphic design company then. The first time I laid eyes on Kat, I was blown a...
It was four o'clock on a sunny Friday afternoon and I was ensconced in a well appointed hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia. Full of nervous energy, and with my mind operating at what felt like warp speed, I was anxiously working through the journey that had brought me here on this warm September day. My name's Kate and I'm a thirty-eight year old married mother...
AN: I realize that it has been almost two years since I posted, but I figured ... why not? Thank you for all your comments on my story 'Your Queen.' As a thank you, here is my fantasy for how I'd like to lose my virginity. Please leave a comment! ***** I know. I know you asked me what my deepest darkest fantasy is, and I'm trembling right now because damn...
The lush English countryside passed in a blur of yellow and green as the express train whizzed towards London. Sitting in a business class carriage near the front, Rachael Iverson shuffled her conference speech notes and rehearsed the talk again in her head. It was the millionth time she had read through her speech since she had departed a rainy Edinburgh th...
Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. But as I began to write, she had to go through other things first. For the reader, you will find a wide variety of adventures in these stories: lesbianism, dominat...
Bob lay on his back, snoring like a freight train once again. There was no worry of waking this loud log. As I stood up, his cum dripped down my thigh. If only he'd lick me clean like in all those delicious stories. In a spare bedroom as far away as possible, I found refuge, quiet, solace. Naked, I laid on the bedspread, a few pillows tucked behind me so I...
It was my second night house sitting for friends of Dad, actually they were just letting me use the place. Their townhouse is on the 48th floor, the top one, with floor to ceiling windows along one side of the living room. Oh it isn't the tallest building in the neighborhood, not anymore. The one across the street has 60 floors and a new one was being built...
After midnight in this nonviolent offender's prison has its quiet moments. We have some freedoms here that violent criminals don't in their "total lockdown" big house. On nights that missing my home and cat looms large on me or thinking of that last glass of Ch'arè Pierre and spiced vanilla truffles while Maria and I watched the sunset together, hanging out...
I realize that this has nothing to do with Jamaica other than the setting in a hotel room on the beach. As I was writing the description it reminded me of an anniversary trip some years ago, so I decided to set it there. Thanks to my editor, drbob80 and my brother leftyloo, I appreciate the advice and support. ++++++++++++++++ I opened my eyes, lying stil...
Sitting in the dark in Flora’s steamy Chinatown apartment, I was hot, sweaty and pissed off. My place was being fumigated and she had offered me her apartment for the night while she was away giving a lecture. When I let myself in, however, I found an apologetic note about a broken air conditioner which couldn’t be fixed any earlier than the following aftern...