The girls experience at the hotel had been less than acceptable. For starters the card key that was suppose to open the doors, didn't work. Secondly the on-shift manager had been less then pleasant during check in, and to add insult to injury, the ice machine they planned on filling the cooler up with, was broke. "Why don't we just call downstairs and orde...
Well, I got a couple of great responses from my first story, so I thought I might try it again. It's weird, but it hasn't been since I started writing that first story about a recently deceased friend of mine who had taught me oral-sex skills that I've really looked back at my sexual history. I always assumed I was just like one of millions of girls nowadays...
My goal when I started writing was to do at least 100 stories, and to more or less lay out a chronicle of my life. Some of them were fantasies, sure, but fantasies are a part of me, too. The vast majority are true, mostly. Oh, I added a few things here and there to try and spice things up a little. The women I met got prettier in time and my mind. I became...
Natalie lived in a large house on the outskirts of Sydney as it was away from prying eyes yet close enough to the coast so it was not too hot during the summer. She enjoyed living in the large yellow building as within its walls she could do whatever she wanted and only she would know what. Her favourite activities would cause scandal in the public if they w...
I had just returned to my office after lunch, had barely set my purchases on my desk when I heard the door knob jiggle and a gentle knock on the locked door. Thinking it was the tenant upstairs wanting to use the fax machine again, I unlocked and opened the door to find my Sir slipping inside the room. I had just seen him the day before yesterday. I had hope...
Scene from the Marquis "Have you ever read any porn stories?" I ask, looking mischievously for a shocked reaction. Breakfast has arrived from the liveried room service waiter, and we're all sitting around the little meal table in our virginal white robes, nibbling on croissants and sipping coffee. Jacqueline clears her throat. "No," she says with wry gri...
She had been alone for what seemed like forever. Her husband left her for a younger woman and although their love making had seemed adequate at the time, it never lit up the night sky or caused the metaphorical earthquakes that she had heard of but never experienced. The unexpectedly arousing effect of starting on HRT had caused her in a moment of madness...
John Carrington stood at his podium, his polo shirt smelling of fake butter and his khakis stained by some long forgotten large drink. A worn piece of paper lay in front of him detailing when each movie began and ended. The doodles at the bottom illustrated what a long, dull day it had been. He ached to be anywhere but at work tearing tickets. "Down the le...
Her arms and more particularly her shoulders ached. Not that they cared. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat and cum. Not that they cared. Her throat was sore from the extended pounding it had received. Not that they cared. It seemed like a lifetime since her body had been shocked, electrically shocked that is. The shock had been delivered...
I shave my body smooth and get dressed up slutty in heels, nylons, garters, panties, short skirt, tits, wig, makeup, fake nails, etc. A ripped punk rock tank top and spiked belt complete the whore look. You pick me up off a street corner near my place, I hop in your car and before we say anything, your cock is out and its buried balls deep in my throat. We...