Ben pushed the door open slowly. The hall was dark, candles sporadically lighting a path to the kitchen. He smiled lazily and dropped his suitcase next to a small table. He started on his way, wondering what Grace would be wearing. In the kitchen Grace heard the front door open and grinned to herself. Ben would join her momentarily. She glanced at the table...
Sarah felt the brush of fingertips against her forehead, cool and soothing, just before she opened her eyes. Leaf green eyes stared back into her dark blue ones. She saw creases form at the edge of the eyes then her gaze refocused to include the rest of his face as he drew back a little, smiling down at her. "Ah, at last she awakes. Welcome back to the lan...
Authors note: I am so sorry if I have written something that seems strange, but sometimes when I look for the words or different proverbs (or whatever they're called) I almost always translate them directly from Swedish to English. If there is something you don't understand, ask and I will try to explain. Now on with the story! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "I'm going to cha...
Easing back into her comfy leather office chair, Tara provocatively chewed on a pencil for the sole benefit of one of her thirty-something colleagues a few feet away. He pretended not to notice how she teased the pencil back and forth, swinging her stockinged right foot at the same time, her stiletto heel dangling from her beautifully manicured toes. The gro...
Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper. Therefore, the following filth below is what I'd like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don't skip to the end! * * * Saucily...
The party outside wasn't quite dying down, but I was done. I headed inside, picking up empty bottles and plates on my way in and dumping them in the trashcan on my way through the kitchen. I bypassed the main living room and headed directly to the den. My den. The place I loved. The couch was perfect, the throw blanket perfect, the TV the perfect size. I dep...
It had been months since Gene and I had begun talking on the net and though we were both a bit apprehensive about it we decided to meet. The restaurant was a nice, simple affair and there was no pressure on either side to take steps any further than just this...talking, laughing and relaxing with a newfound friend.. As we first sat down, I glanced at my wat...
Kay awoke in a warm sea of bliss, all her senses overflowing. The musky scent of sex surrounded her, providing a tangible link to the man at her side and the silky heat she felt between her legs. She blinked. The black man at her side. Byron! With a start, Kay realized where she was. How had she got here? She had gone to bed with her husband Jaime but wok...
Friday 23 of January 2001. 8:00 PM. It was snowing and I had been afraid that their visit here would be cancelled. I waited but they only arrived a bit later than Ali had promised, but better late than never. He told that he was about to phone me and tell me we would have to meet another weekend, but both his boys have heard so much about "the Danish whor...
My name is Diane and I'm now a slut wife. My path to sluthood started almost 5 years ago. My husband (Pete) and I had just moved and we were living in a hotel for about 6 weeks until we bought our new home. Now Pete has always been, well, perhaps somewhat over sexed. After dinner in our room (it was a kitchenette suite) we settled down to watch some TV, and...