This is a continuation of the story about Merna. To know characters Part 1 should be read ***** Merna continues making friends with Tommie I awoke at 6am with a wet pussy thinking about another round with Tommie. I really liked him and well why not. I quietly opened his door while he was still asleep, slipped under the cover and pressed my body against hi...
Becca insisted that I date Heather. Time after time. Year after year. Originally, Becca told me to invite her friend, Heather, as my date to the wedding, but I sent the RSVP as a single. Becca must have given orders to her ushers to seat me by Heather at the church, and I was seated by her at the reception dinner. Heather invited me to dance the first numbe...
Annabelle had her back to me and I ran my eyes up and down her body, silently admiring her form - the curve of her thighs and butt, the way her shoulders looked in that sleeveless shirt. Even from behind, on this angle, I could see the fullness of her chest. She turned and smiled at me as she handed me a tall glass of water. "How are the boys doing?" she a...
Gail was surprised to receive a call from Mona on the day after their last therapy session. Mona quickly noted that it was a social call and expressed a desire to get to know Gail better in a social context rather than as therapist and client. She suggested they get together for lunch the next day since she only had appointments in the morning. Gail agreed....
[In part 1, Nancy Wladczyk, former amateur video sensation, now a professional porn actress turning out films at about 1 a week, appeared on web-based interview show as part of her book tour heralding the pending release of "I Find the Time is Always Right to Fuck Black Men." The interview ended with Nancy and the show's hostess, Gwenn, each getting gang ban...
Hitomi was running late, so by the time she got to Kabukichō the sun was beginning to set; already the streets were starting to fill with eager people, drawn from across Tokyo seeking the pleasures of the flesh. Overhead, above the vibrant neon and the shameless promotional hoardings, the last light of day turned fluffy clouds to purple-pink candyfloss; and...
I'm Trevor Knudsen, the golf pro at Willow Creek, a nice little 18 hole golf course out in the countryside with a few hills, mature trees, and a meandering creek running through it. Very bucolic. The course attracts a lot of people who are just taking up the game, especially a lot of women who like the casual attitude of those who play here. In fact, several...
Waking up from coldsleep is always a pain. Lieutenant Roy Beaumont knew this. While he had never gone through the process before, his instructors had been very clear on this point during his training: coldsleep was to be considered only as a last resort, once a soldier's options for both survival and carrying out his duty had dropped to absolute zero. And...
Donavan Rezsnick was by all accounts a successful man. Just shy of forty he was as fit as he was in his twenties. His six foot two frame carried 195 pounds of mostly muscle. He still had a full head of dark hair that was yet to see its first touch of grey. His dark blue eyes seemed to pierce through people like lasers. He wore a neatly cropped short goatee....
It was Saturday morning three weeks after the New Year ball. I had already taken our two kids to their regular sporting activities – in this case soccer training for both of them - while my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice was still sleeping the sleep of the not-very-innocent. The day was beautiful; cold and bright. I had just changed into my running kit for...