Recently, KK and I had an opportunity to travel together, a combined two-day/two-night business/pleasure trip. I love to travel with KK, because she is sexually triggered by hotel stays and the notion of a "get away." KK had been on-line flirting with various guys, with one interesting candidate sourced from Ashley Madison. They've enjoyed a couple of Skype...
This is my first story please forgive the spelling and the grammar, English is my 2de language and this really helps with that. If there is anyone out there that would like to proofread and/or edit things to make the stories flow better before publication please don't hesitate to contact me. *** Anna's head was spinning; polishing off 3 glasses of wine an...
All characters are over 18. This is a continuation of my first Charli XCX story, but it's not necessary to read that one first. ===================================== As I drove over to Charli XCX's hotel, I began to reminisce. It had been a couple of weeks since she had sucked me off in a nightclub bathroom and given me her number in case I, in her words,...
Something was persistently banging. As Rosanda's eyes blearily tried to find something to focus on in the mostly dark bedchamber, she whined at the knocking sound that had disturbed her patchy slumber. Barely able to walk, dealing with heavy limbs softened by exhaustion, Rosanda kicked the covers down and felt her way towards a scarcely lit oil lamp standing...
I have never been good at leaving well enough alone. The previous few weeks had possibly been the best of my life, and definitely from a sexual standpoint. My wife and I had been enjoying unrestricted sexual intercourse every single night, something we had never before done in our years of marriage, and no intimate encounter was complete until I finished su...
Traffic was light. Greg navigated the minivan out of downtown Toronto and headed north toward the Old Maples country club. The awkward silence grew uncomfortable. “Should we talk about last night? If you’re mad at me, tell me now. I don’t want to be surprised when you to split my head open with a sand wedge on the ninth hole.” “Sand wedge? I was thinking a...
Angel wonders how legit the proposition was. We were both unlike ourselves on the car ride back to Trevor's, the sun just barely dipping below the western horizon when we left the coffee shop, but it would be gone by the time we reached home. It didn't help that Abbie took an unusually long route home, but I didn't say anything, nor did I mind. It gave me m...
When I got home, I went on-line and searched my local area for dogging sites. There were several, including one quite close to an up-market pub/restaurant that we had used in our early days. I called Ash, my wife, (Short for Ashley.) and told her that we would be eating out that night, 'to celebrate my success up north'. The place was packed, I had needed t...
It had been a bad mistake, arriving at the hotel so ridiculously early. I now had the whole of Sunday afternoon to sit and worry about tomorrow's conference without the benefit of any distractions. The red wine I had ordered only a few minutes ago had already lost its appeal. I had imagined I would come across as ultra-sophisticated, ensconced in the deep le...
She was late to the party, dammit, and so along that isolated stretch between Hither Hills and Napeague she floored it. The little Audi TT leapt ahead and she felt the pleasurable sensation in her lower back of being pressed firmly against the leather seat; like the emptying sensation of coming close to an orgasm. No cars ahead, no cars behind - it was still...