Anyone who has worked out at a fitness club has come across that one woman or man that made you instantly hungry for them. I’m enjoying a new gym, so this story was easy to write. Enjoy the story! Please vote and Leave feedback! Twisted Cal glanced down at the monitor of the Stair climbing machine and redoubled his efforts. He was a few minutes behind in h...
Kurt had even organised the return flight so that we could spend more time at the lodge on Wednesday morning. The helicopter would drop the rest of us off at Maple Lake beside our property, well before 1pm. The crew were taking Ken back to the airport with them, to drop the convertible back to Lakeside or Rome. Now I understood why Kurt had been talking to K...
Sofia checked her watch for the thousandth time. Two minutes till closing. She wasn’t sure if her plan was the smart thing to do, but somehow she knew she had to at least give it a shot. Idly she fiddled with her ponytail and leaned casually on the counter. She was dressed in the usual work uniform pullover and khaki pants, same as him. She didn’t quite disl...
The Pack: Finale We had talked, my husband and I, examined our lifestyle, laid bare our inner thoughts and told of our wants and desires. I pondered on how it had been possible for a group of rustic, rough, ill educated men to have the ability to change the course of our lives and to have drawn me in to a web of perverted and unbridled sex. The men I had be...
I was dressed in my black zipper dress, thigh highs, black heels, no panties or bra. I walked in and found a table in the back corner where it is slightly darker but I could see everything going on in the club. Then I made my way to the bar to order a drink. The music was playing one of my favorite songs....Shania Twain's "Honey I'm home". I started to sway...
My name is Jack. I'm a gigolo. Chase away everything that crossed your mind the moment you read that. Forget Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Nice clothes and car, and who wouldn't have wanted to bang Lauren Hutton in her prime, but that's not me. I also don't look like Fabio, the chiseled stallion on the cover of romance novels. In fact, I probably don'...
It was a sunny, summer day. We had been sitting at home, trying to decide what to do. Traci said, "How about golf?" We hadn't been out in a while, so I agreed. We quickly dressed, grabbed our gear and headed out. It was about four o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon, so we knew the course wouldn't be crowded. Sure enough, we were able to grab a cart and jum...
Today had been a crappy day. One of those ones that made her hate society and crave the forest. She'd been working all day, trying to sell her hand made jewelery and so far she had only received the bored glances of the busy bodies who passed by. "Just one of those days Lark, keep calm and move on" she coached herself, knowing that she'd lose her cool if s...
I was snapped out of my daze when old Bert shouted at me "get over here boy and help me pleasure this dirty bitch" he told me to pull the other sun bed over and then to lay Donna on it. I then pulled him up to his feet getting a smell of his stinking body. He could just about stand up on his own. He told me to help him remove his clothes so I lifted his ves...
Chapter 03 -- The Bedroom Just gonna wash up and head to bed The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All r...