Jamie is a classic red haired beauty. Her long curly hair falls to the middle of her back, with sweet legs that seem to go on forever. Her pale green eyes flash with the mischief only a highly intelligent woman can bring to spice up a relationship. Her pendulous breasts and firm rear can't be hidden below her tweeds and sweaters. I'd been trying to figure ou...
Michael I went to my study and took a seat behind the desk. I took a remote from the top drawer and pressed a button. To my left a section of the wall slid aside to reveal a large HD display. Another button pressed turned on the screen, showing a grid with views from eight security cameras scattered around the property. Another button switched the outside s...
My first attempt at writing something slightly longer. It starts slow but builds as I wanted to make this vaguely more realistic that just a quickie. Again, I've glossed over long conversations, partly because I don't think I'm very good at them, but also because it just seemed to slow things down unnecessarily. Introduction I walked quickly down the sub...
This is the third chapter in an on-going story about two individuals who are hunkering down before Hurricane Frances – an actual storm – passes over central Florida. Although not absolutely necessary, I recommend reading the first two chapters and then come back to this installment. The storm and its effect were real. As a Floridian, I lived through it. I ha...
What happens when we die after sex with a beautiful woman as our last memory? What happens when we die? As if it's a replaying movie, is our last memory of life what we continue to keep after death? Is there life after death? Or once we die, is there nothing in the way that we felt and remembered nothing before we were born? Is there God? Is there Heaven a...
Later that morning I took the first step in Nicole's seduction. Once again we sat at the piano, taking turns with various classical pieces. She sat down and said, "Here. This is what I do with the chords, on this waltz," and she started playing. Her performance was nearly flawless. If she kept practicing I was certain she could entertain royalty and told her...
Most of Matt's friends went to Lauderdale, or Daytona, or somewhere typical for Spring Break, looking to abandon themselves in the slick, sunscreen- and alcohol-laced musk of ten thousand horny college kids in a space too small to contain them. Matt had another plan, though--he'd head down to the smaller towns, along the Atlantic Coast. Just as much sex in t...
Having a healthy sexual appetite seems to be the ultimate goal of men these days, judging from all the ludicrous emails I receive daily. These are reminiscent of snake oil days of yore, replete with exotic stories teeming with references to ancient mystics, jungle potions, far eastern secrets, and exotic plants. Certainly I would take any Chinese herbal reme...
Chapter 03 Nightmares Of A Broken Promise It was a beautiful day, thought Navy Captain Jennifer Ann Conner as she sat looking up at the nearly clear blue sky on this mid May morning. Yes, a good day to go flying, she decided. She snorted. Any day was a good day to fly. Except during thunderstorms, she corrected herself. That was not fun at all she had to...
I carried the box of magazines into the house, poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to read. I read and sipped wine from five in the afternoon until eleven-thirty and when I climbed into bed I was so hot and horny that I did something that I hadn't done in ten years - I masturbated! I was so horny from reading those stories that my pussy was on fir...