We had made plans to go away for the weekend. We were both off work and didn't have the kids so we took full advantage of it! I got your message saying you were headed my way, and to be ready. When you pulled into my driveway I grabbed my bag and walked to your car, placing my it in the back. I sat down in the passenger's side of the car and smiled at you....
It was love at first sight. I got off the elevator and she was sitting behind the reception desk. The term drop dead gorgeous didn't even begin to do her justice. Her beautiful face was surrounded by a mass of honey-blonde hair, and breasts, oh God did she have breasts - thirty-eights at least. The rest of her was hidden behind the desk, but there was no dou...
Chapter Three Intrepid - 3754 C.E. "It's beautiful here, isn't it!" exclaimed Beatrice who squeezed Paul's hand in hers as they walked through a park not far from their home on the Intrepid's outermost level. Paul squeezed her hand in return. He gazed lovingly into her eyes. What he wanted to say was that the park was nothing like as beautiful as she was...
"Hi Kell, what's up?" asked Jane, noticing her busty blonde roommate peeking through the open door. "I just finished my Chem lab that's due on Monday and wanted to see what's up around here. You guys doin' anything interesting?" Kelli walked into the guys dorm room. All three boys took notice of the prototypical Southern California, blonde hair, blue-eyed,...
I know that a man can technically only be a cuckold if his wife is fucked by another man (though perhaps if the lady is his steady partner he is a cuckold in spirit). I have neither wife nor GF but I still think I claim the rank of honorary cuckold – or was perhaps I was just used as an object of amusement by a very kinky woman. History: At school, a lad c...
We step into this lavishly appointed hotel room; no expense had been spared, from the opulent furnishings to the silk on the walls and the huge flat screen TV. The hotel was a grand 16th-century house in the beautiful British countryside. Constructed as an ancestral home, it served for centuries as a high-society residence before its recent multi-million pou...
Bang. Bang. Bang. She stared at the door. He always knocked the same mechanical way, always did his rounds in the same efficient but thoughtless pattern: first floor, second floor, third floor, zigzagging back and forth across each hall. She looked down at the meager pile of money on the stained card table. She had been practicing the story. It hadn't bee...
Chapter 04 -- 1992 The Clinton Years Begin – Another Campaign Well, the golf tournament was a great fund-raising success. In the end we shared it with the national campaign, so that made the ticket prices higher and the turnout was huge, but I was in my true element. I mean to say that it was exciting to be manager of a small campaign right alongside the pr...
Author's Note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 3 are read first. ********** Chapter 4 - A compromise is proposed Jenny had fun dressing up for the dinner party in a white corduroy shirt with gold buttons, a grey tartan...
It was my first morning in a newly painted room in a refurbished house. New Shower, new doors and windows and, new floorboards and carpet. This is generally how my mind works - especially on a Saturday morning in a new room with the smell of paint in my nostrils. I did a mental check list: Debts cleared? - finally, after over a decade! Friends? - more than I...