Several years ago, I used to work at a private club that catered to the well off. It had tennis courts and an 18-hole golf course, as well as steam rooms and Jacuzzis. I was a towel guy. If you wanted a towel, or basically anything, I got it for you. Most of the women that came into the bath area were mainly late middle aged. They usually were killing time...
Two middle age men walk down a rain-soaked street on a dark night, and a small neon sign directs them down an alleyway. JIGGLE HUT, it reads. A bright red door at the end of the alleyway is well worn and has a big 'JH' painted on it in yellow. Marcus, the taller of the two, pushes it open and they walk in. Dark stale air glows with dim purple light, and bas...
Wyxt is glum tonight. It doesn't have anything to do with eggs... the Pirate Queen barely cared about the holiday in the first place and certainly hasn't celebrated it before. Her peculiar mood is hard to explain or place. While dark red eyes are clearly faintly narrowed, grumpy even, the rest of her face is rather expressionless, glossy blue lips pressed in...
The walk home was when the facts really settled in for the first time. I'd been going along with whatever happened over the last few days, and had no regrets, but needed to sort out in my mind what was going on. That last was just a little too close for comfort. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be caught in some really embarrassing situation, and get in...
Yet again I found myself alone in Mike's shower. The hot water hit my lower back and ran down my ass. His semen washed off my thighs and the tenderness of my pussy was becoming easier to ignore. I turned around and let the water run down my chest, around my breasts, down the lines of my abs, and between my thighs. I kept my hair tied up to keep it dry. It wa...
The light breeze flitted like a disembodied spirit along the beach. Raising small eddies of fine, white sand that stood in it's path, it rolled along the shore looking for something to do. There was very little to do; the beach was deserted. Out of sheer boredom, the breeze licked the tops of the small rippling waves that gently cascaded onto the sand turnin...
It was Thursday. Again. Marty watched the kitchen clock tick past the half hour mark, it was getting on towards midnight and insomnia plagued Marty for the second Thursday in a row. This wasn't normal insomnia, mind you. No, this was brought on by the lust of a nineteen year old, who in twenty two and a half hours would be in a park, with his new mistress, C...
Patrick stood at the top of the old carpeted stairs. His stubby fingers were wrapped around the white painted wooden posts. On his knees even, watching as his mother passed back and forth busily below. As usual, five or six times a week, going out to do whatever she does. 'Business' was always her response. Plopping him with different babysitters every time,...
Midsummer in South Texas is tough. Sure, it’s not Death Valley, where the asphalt sticks to your boots as you cross the parking lot, but it’s brutal. On a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, the sun beats down hard enough to make the skin tingle almost immediately. It was a bad day to have to fix my motorcycle. Yes, I ride. No, I’m not some greasy bi...
Camilla arrived at Luvlee's at about ten to six that Friday; when she got to the bar, she got naked as usual. A man with a suitcase walked up to her and asked if she was Camilla. When she nodded, he told her he was a photographer, and he opened his suitcase to show her his portfolio. She wasn't impressed with the quality of his photos, and when she gave him...