MUNICH/THE BLACK FOREST, BRUSSELS, EARLY/MID JUNE LUKE, MAGDA As they trooped out, I sighed and sat back. That was it for the week, and tomorrow I'd be in Munich. I closed my eyes and tried to stretch the kinks out of my spine. Six hours teaching with one short break is no picnic. I thought of my hold-all lying next door, packed and ready, and chided mysel...
This is what Sandy's college boyfriend told her about his summer vacation in Europe. When they were back together, they were each pleasantly pleased to discover that the other had learned that there were more ways to make love than just the missionary position. At first, of course, they each were a little surprised at the recognition that the other had obvio...
We must have been sunning an hour when Leon and his wife Becky showed their faces. Leon waved at us as he went into the house. Becky approached us, was smiling from ear to ear and stripping. She was down to a skimpy bikini like us. We noticed she was a tad taller than us and had jugs that most guys love. "Well ladies I assume since you are both here that yo...
Author's notes: This story was not supposed to be about a moviestar. The celebrity could had been any pretty, successful woman. But a friend of mine asked me for a piece of fan-fiction involving this particular beauty. And I think it turned out pretty well. This is one for you who enjoy a bit more background to your reading than just "we met, we did it." So...
"Oh! Oh!" Princess Medea whimpered ecstatically. "Oh! That is so wonderful! Keep eating me! Keep eating my pussy!" Her ass bounced up and down on her luxurious bed as she looked down at the headful of golden curls between her legs, marveling that any tongue could do the incredible things to a pussy that the owner of that hair was doing to hers. Like everyb...
"Are you serious, Mark?" Jessi asked, raising up on one elbow so she could look at me in the dim light of her darkened studio apartment. "You'll do it?" The "it" to which my young blonde lover was referring was the threesome with her friend Amara that she had proposed the week before, and that we had talked about earlier that evening. "I am serious, Jessi...
I sat and reread Jessi's last text message: "U R a fascinating man, Mr. W. I would luv to hang out, tlk and fuck. IM free now. Wanna cum over?" On each reading, I paused briefly at the word "fuck." I kept thinking I must have read it wrong, both the word and the whole message. I had built up a mental construct of Jessi through the course of the semester --...
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Oh My God...have I died and gone to heaven? The girl, still wearing her school uniform, was stood on my front doorstep; the girl of my hot, illicit dreams. Given the age gap between us, many people would have said my fixation on her was a perversion, but I didn't think so! She spoke, but I was so taken aback by her being there that my brain didn't register...
Carmine Robertson looked at the rain that fell steadily down her window. The lights were low, the candles flickered in the back ground, their glimmer reflected in the mirror by her bed. She sat on the window seat, the cushion underneath worn and tattered, but still comfortable. Carmine, however was not. Her fingers trailed the paths of the rain as it splatte...