The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy * * * * * The Fortress of Al Jazzar. It was actually a series of walls overlooking...
The next three days were pure hell for Andrea. She just wanted to reach out and hug Stix but Stix avoided her at every turn. They did a corporate meeting Friday night, two weddings Saturday and a third Sunday afternoon. She looked for opportunities to tell Stix she was sorry but never had the chance. Stix was on the floor early and left without going to the...
What are we willing to do when we can be someone else? Who are we able to be when no one knows who you are? Being in a strange place with no attachments can be very freeing. A limited time to be someone else, to explore the person you never were and always wanted to be. The only problem is, what if you fall in love while you're there? ***** A pile of cloth...
'Moving Finger' and 'More Fingers' are the first chapters about my relationship with Pamela, a senior science colleague at the girls' grammar school in which I first taught. Now Chapter 3. * By the time Pamela's hands were sufficiently healed from the operations for her to resume teaching, we had orgasmed together many times, thanks to my busy fingers. I h...
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
Then, as I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my orgasms, the door suddenly flew open and two people, obviously a couple, walked in. The man looked like he was in his early forties. He was balding, and a little bit paunchy, but still kind of handsome, somehow. I think it was because he had such a friendly looking face. The woman was a bleached blonde, a...
Chapter 3: The Week of Waiting and Preparing The ride home for Daniel and Carrie was uneventful and Carrie slept most of the way. Once inside, she hugged and kissed Daniel and told him how much she loved him. They undressed on the way to their bedroom and fell into bed. It was after eleven when Daniel woke up. He wasn't really sure what time they got home...
I can tell you when my dream of becoming a geisha began. It was James Clavell’s fault. If he had never written Shôgun and Richard Chamberlain had never brought Anjin-san to such vivid life, I’d have never made that vow to myself. The vow to one day go to Japan and learn how to become a geisha. Of course, I had to live the rest of my life, while keeping my...
Mr. Ambrose, half awake, rolled over onto his wife, He used his knees to spread her legs. With a little guidance from his half-awake wife's hand, his penis found its way into her vagina. A few thrusts and his semen spurted into her. His sex drive was satisfied. She and her sex drive were awakened. She rested beside him a few minutes making sure he was satis...