Mary met me at the door, for our luncheon engagement, wearing a black short outfit. The top was a linen vest cut low in the front with satin lapels and covered buttons. The short selves were made out of chiffon that matched the chiffon skirt that came nearly her ankles in the back and mid shin in the front. The skirt was over black linen shorts that had a wi...
You're sitting in a bar with his friends, talking about how there is this rumor that a pack of women are going around raping unsuspecting men. You all talk about; how all the men who were victims don't ever talk about what had happen that night, nor do they give any details. You say... "I can't believe it", I would tell everyone if I had fucked that many wo...
It was role playing gone awry; she was still bound to the staircase, but she was no longer playing. She was scared. She had answered an ad on Craigslist and gotten to know me a bit before requesting an actual meet. We had traded pictures and we sent actual photos so as not to lie to the other. She was black haired, steel blue eyed and had a killer body. She...
Part III Karen Chapter 11 After spending nearly a week at the family mansion in Westchester, north of New York City, most nights with Cheryl, her belly demonstratively rounded by our child and, to me, looking all the more beautiful because of it, with a certain subtle maternal glow, Pat joining us for the last couple nights, visiting us from much farther...
Rick Thomas was loading up the trunk of his car with the little league equipment after practice. He was really enjoying watching the little boys and girls learn to play America's favorite pastime. When Rick got the last bag in he noticed the mother of his second baseman and the woman who was also good friends of his mother. Mrs. Debra Leyton and her husband...
You open the door and step through. The candles on the nightstands are lit, they offer up their fragrance to us. Just a hint of Jasmine and Rose, nothing overpowering, but enough to awaken the senses. Classic jazz is playing softly in the background, the notes wafting upon the air and curling around you. The drapes are drawn, but billow from the slight breez...
Author's Note: Once again, thanks to those who caught the reference to the 70's song, "Sylvia's Mother" and commented. In Part 1 we learned of a budding romance between George Sawyer (a parody on two of the Dr. Hook band members, George Cummings and Ray Sawyer) and his former college girlfriend's mother, Jackie Avery. In Part 2, the romance continues, compli...
"MMM, that was delicious", I said, as she hangs our coats and I flip on a few lights in the house. "I love sushi", she exhales, as if reminiscing a childhood pet. It's the time of night for some of the more routine things in our relationship like feeding the fish, clearing any scattered dishes, loading them in the washer and closing the various drapes. I not...
Right now I'm on my hands and knees and guess what? My boyfriend Damon's twelve-inch cock is buried in my asshole. Deep down where the sun doesn't shine. Way down the Hershey highway. It's been fun getting there, and there is a story behind that. First things first, though. My name is Cheryl and I am a rather large female. Six feet tall, jet-black, thick and...
Theirs was a simple love story. She liked it simple. They laughed, they loved one another; afterwards she would simply go. She had her own life, separate from him. She liked it that way. Richard was her lover, not her boyfriend. His house was near the beach; large and well lit with plenty of room, lots of open floor space. Very Bauhaus. The architect had l...