Alice awoke in a warm fluffy bed, as if the mattress was made of feathers and cotton balls (which most likely they were). The aroma of old wood and cinnamon lingered in the air and Alice slowly but surely came too from her sleep. Rubbing her thighs together she could tell she was still in her nylons and her tea party attire. The gown felt comfy against her...
My first full day in South Africa headed toward its end and aware I had felt very lonely exploring the town, its shops and wandering along the beach, I questioned the wisdom of three weeks seven thousand miles from London. Shops closed and too early for dinner at my hotel, I killed time in 'Deja's' -- its owner's abbreviation of 'Déjà vu' -- an apt name for...
In and out, in and out, in and out of Marylou's pussy, her husband's cock was pumping as hard and as fast as he could go. Jeff was fucking her hard just like she liked it. He knew that and was working very hard to please Marylou today better than he had for a long time. Jeff was breathing fast and hard already and as she lifted her legs up higher to feel h...
In the Watchtower, Power Girl practically vibrated with need. Here she'd almost gotten to see the famous Poison Ivy at work, maybe at the center of a circle-jerk with the whole Batclan or pleasuring herself with some vines, but fucking Batwoman had knocked her out and taken her inside. Once more, Karen was bored as hell; even worse now because for a moment t...
The next day I was up and out early, ostensibly to go to work. In reality I just bummed around at the movies and at a tavern in Rolling Meadows. But, as promised, I arrived home early. Deanna didn't even want to talk to me, she was still pissed at me from the night before. Things were very frosty -- words were exchanged when they needed to be and no more. S...
This story continues on from "A Second Life -- Chapter 2". Once again, all the characters, places and events in the story are pure fiction and straight out of my active imagination. I do not accept any responsibility for any resemblance to real people, places or events that occur anywhere. ............ "So how are things working out with your new busine...
Carla awoke from a deep sleep. Reaching out, she was disappointed to find that she was alone in bed. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 10:47 a.m. Realizing that George had probably gone off to work, she stretched out, frustrated, as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to force herself out of bed. Finally up, she...
Chapter 1 Christopher had opened the store two years ago after a successful run at a software company. His friends thought he was crazy for opening a sex shop, but he told them it would be different - in a decent part of town, well lit, friendly. He wanted to people to feel comfortable in the store, and he liked to consider it "upscale" in the sense it w...
Victoria Veronica Patterson née Vargas was not a happy camper. She had just caught her husband of almost four years, cheating on her. Vickie had been attending a special three day ABA (American Bar Association) convention held at Washington, D.C., highlighting current medical malpractices developments She had intended to return to her home in Atlanta, Ga o...
Reggie's funeral was held the following Thursday and his body was laid to rest. Natasha suffered a new bout of grief as she reflected on what she had lost. That night, Natasha vowed to Vera that Reggie was her soul mate and she had lost all; so she was not going to have sex ever again. She would dedicate her upcoming musical career to his memory. Vera grimly...