It had been nearly six years since I had seen Courtney Constantine. For a long while I had thought about her all the time, but in the years which had passed I had relegated her to a memory as I moved on to other relationships. Courtney (CC for short) and I had been in a hot and heavy relationship in our senior year of college. It was one of those whirlwind...
She had him on his knees on the floor while she sat on the edge of the bed. His face was buried between her legs and they were both moaning. She didn't know what he had to moan about, but he was doing good work. She'd thought about tying his hands behind him or insisting he keep them that way, but she needed his fingers inside her. She had that urge: to be f...
Dona Britt was a sexy mid-management Human Resource executive known for her quick wit, her grace, her style, and her impeccable dress. It was often joked that Dona had direct deposit to Nordstrom and Saks Fifth Avenue. She always came to work smartly dressed with all the appropriate jewelry. There was never a strand of hair out of place, her desk was spotl...
KATHLEEN'S LOVERS CHAPTER FIVE: Jim Did I get what I deserved with Fraser? Maybe. It was unforgivable to do that with my best friend's boyfriend. I still feel ashamed today. When I got home everything would be different... wouldn't it? I arrived home, dreading the questions my Mother would ask about the week I'd just spent in Corfu. "So Kathleen, how was...
My wife Pam and I run a paper shop dealing mainly in cigarettes and magazines. Life was pretty ordinary until my wife employed a local college student to help out with our long Saturday shift. Helen was as fresh as a kitten with a figure men dream of. I certainly had a few dreams anyway. Helen and I had worked together really well until I'd had to deal with...
"Stop it, Robbie!" young Catherine cried. "God, you're such a pain sometimes." "Awe - but you said we would when we were on vacation," Robbie whined. "I did not! I said maybe -- if it felt right." Robbie tried rubbing up his dream girlfriend's thigh again, cautiously, but with the 'if it felt right' bit giving him another idea. "But you know how much I lo...
This is the last time, I thought. It was a week since I met her, and I couldn't get her out of my mind, which was crazy in itself: She was old enough to be my mother! It started out innocently enough, a comment about a cologne I had tried. She liked it. She liked it a lot, apparently! Within fifteen minutes, I was slamming it home to her in a fitting room...
This is a work of fiction. It could have happened though. I write with assumed names, organisations and places. However they are loosely based on real life situations and people. The story starts slow. Sex comes later. Feedback is welcome, since I am a new writer. ***** The deadline was nearing. At the end of every quarter, we would go through this ritual....
Patience is a virtue She had been gone for hours, I had expected her home before the trains finished. She usually walked with friends or called me but there was no reply to my messages. I could hear noises on the porch so I turned the TV down. I went to look through the peephole and I could hear her giggling and laughing and shushing. The sound of a mans vo...
Men deprived of the presence of women for any length of time are capable of thinking of only one thing; the fragrant undetectable perfume of female pheromones. Thus it was, one day many years ago, as we pulled into Charlotte Amalie harbor, St. Thomas, Virgin Islands. Our ship had been on an extended patrol, and we had not seen anything feminine in over a m...