Puppy played hostess while Rikki and Jill disappeared to their bedroom for a few minutes. I figured they were going to get their box or something. Puppy opened a bottle of white wine Rikki had for the occasion. I thought champagne may have been a better idea as I think she had lost her party planning schism. Though Puppy told them to keep the alcohol to a mi...
In this chapter Ken and Jane are introduced into interracial prostitution through an interracial club. The guys quickly dressed and left the apartment. At 9 00AM Jane awoke and showered then she slipped on a thin robe and wandered out into the kitchen where Cindy was making breakfast. Cindy said, "good morning, lover" taking time out to kiss Jane hotly...
Special thanks to Kanga40 for her editing and patience on this piece, and to the three or four readers who requested we do it. We hope you enjoy. *** Cassie Ross struggled to push her way through the heavy door as the full impact of the night's events began to sink in and overwhelm her. Someone brushed past her in a hurry, not even noticing that she had te...
I want to thank Hip and Knee Doc for making a complicated story flow smoother and making it a lot easier to read. I hope you enjoy it. * "But it was only sex. That's all," my wife of almost twenty- five years said for the umpteenth time to me. "I don't love him. I love only you," she said crying as I tried to ignore her while she followed me from room to r...
Boring My Ass. She said I was boring. I whined at my beer. I know the expression was "cryin in my beer," but I wasn't crying. I saw no reason to cry. I felt bad, no doubt, but it wasn't like I should mourn anything. A guy has no need to mourn a woman leaving him. Why cry when you can just replace her? Every day I hear women complaining about the lack of go...
Richard couldn't get it up the second time. No that's not quite true, he got it up, but couldn't keep it there. The fucking thing just wouldn't stay hard. Cat and he were having one of their, not too regular, wild evenings in, which they tended to have every six weeks or so. She would cook a nice meal or he would barbecue steaks, they would drink too much,...
This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.'...
I awoke the next morning feeling just so warm and snuggly with the twins cuddled up on either side of me. I felt like just staying in bed with my two lovelies, but the call of nature was too strong and if I didn't get up we were going to have a wet bed. That unpleasant thought forced me to move. I untangled myself from the twins and made my way to the outhou...
It's ten minutes to closing and I can feel the E. Coming on much too soon. A sudden flush of warmth. Up my thighs, my cunny. My stomach relaxes like a big snake uncoiling. My breasts seem to swell and tingle. Heat up my neck to my ponytail. I feel my face glow. My eyes dart to Benji and I grin like a little maniac. He's making a double espresso for our last...
Hotel and motel rooms always seem to hold a certain special atmosphere about them: an almost indescribable, but no less undeniable aura of sex. The kinds of sex that permeate these plastic, manicured, temporary lodgings varies as widely as the colours of the spectrum: there is forbidden sex, illicit sex, bad sex, mediocre sex, good sex, great sex, amazing se...