(c) 2012 Padma Bear No part of this story may be reproduced in any form, including electronic media, without the written permission of the author. Here it is, the moment readers of this series have been waiting for. We hope you get a kick out of it. If you're new to the series, you owe it to yourself to at least skim the previous stories, starting with "P...
Lindsey had never in her life known such an elegant and powerful man. He didn't walk; even when casually crossing the grass with her, he strode. Although he had himself suggested the stroll through Central Park, there was an edge to his demeanor. She could tell he had a purpose beyond seeing her for the first time in the sunlight. She lengthened her stride a...
After staring at his perfect body, still glistened with sweat, I confessed. "Hey baby, that was amazing! I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but that was way better than I could've ever expected." "Me too, girl! If I didn't have to run, I'd fuck you again. Seriously, that is one awesome body." "Stop it! You're making me blush. And I have to say somet...
As always, comment and vote at the end. The feedback will help me decide what to put in the forthcoming chapters. "Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." -Lady Macbeth, Macbeth Act V Scene I --- If only there was another way. If only those urges would go away, just go away. I couldn't control...
Although we were taking things slowly overall, we were definitely doing some less-than-slow activities. The kisses were deepening, the fondling was transforming to groping, and the spanking was becoming more frequent and more intense. Amber and I were practically making a "career" of keeping each other perpetually aroused when in each other's presence. Yet,...
My girlfriend Pam and I were having a very late afternoon bite to eat and a glass of wine while sitting at the bar of a restaurant in a mall. Many might remember my reference of Pam from "Jenny and Nick House Sit." She is a very attractive 5'4" 34 year old brunette with olive skin, a well-toned, athletic body and 34C boobs. I am a 55 year old happily married...
Author's Note: This story is situated in Canada and hence the different spelling and word choices. I hope it doesn't interfere with your enjoyment. It's the story of a man who has a hard time accepting good fortune. As always, I am indebted to Erik Thread for his skillful, insightful and helpful editing. Any errors are mine alone. * Chapter 1: My name i...
Author's Note: Yes, this is written in broken sentences, randomly spoken phrases, but as you read it, you'll enjoy it. I hope. ~ Red I sat there watching them wondering what made me dislike them. Was it her perky smile? Was it his ability to look stupid while he told me how wonderful the weather would be, when in reality he'd be wrong? Maybe I didn't like t...
It turned out to be two. He was still just eighteen years old and, my goodness, he was graduating from college in two days. While he was resting, I saw the look in his eyes. He thought his age would provide him with yet another opportunity before dinner. I disabused him of that notion. "I called your mom this morning." "Really? What did she say? What did...
After our night in the hotel Piper and I got a little more brazen. We continued to spend our lunches in the park, usually involving some sexual contact. Given it was moving into summer I had started to take a change of clothes with me so I could sit in the sun and not boil in my suit. This was generally a singlet or t-shirt along with shorts. Of course the...