I got lucky when I met my wife. 10 years my junior she is fascinatingly beautiful, maybe a mix of Marilyn Monroe and Margot Robbie. Some people say she is a Christina Applegate lookalike, I don't see it. She turns most heads, females included, I'm sure many thinking 'what's SHE doing with HIM?' After a couple years with her I started planting seeds in her he...
Author's note: Well, look at that. Another one, and after I promised not to. I'm such a bad boy I need to be tied up and spanked. I said I probably wouldn't write any more of these because I had run out of ideas. Well: Come the idea, ejaculate the story. # In the quiet of the control room, a gentle glow drifting from the instrument panel reassured the a...
As with most of my stories, this one is one I have based on a true story as told by a friend of mine. According to him, it really happened. I changed the names in case anybody recognizes the incident. Just remember, don't kill the messenger. * One of my wife's and my favorite times of the year is Halloween. We love decorating the house, making it scary for...
Edited by Susurrus Early evening fell, and the entire resort felt the electric air of expectation. The events of the past two days had set the tone Steve had been aiming for: a feeling of freedom and acceptance, as well as one of hedonism and lust. As they got comfortable with their experience, most guests had become more and more public with their sex ac...
After visiting a client in the Oakland Hills, Yvonne drove for several blocks down the narrow, windy streets. Ahead of her, she saw a young African American boy riding a bicycle. Seconds later, a twentysomething Asian woman stopped him and talked to him briefly before punching him hard in the face. The boy fell off the bike. She got on and rode off quickly....
Not many people would view being a parking attendant as a glamorous job. Certainly Nate didn't expect it to be the kind of job where he'd get much pussy. He expected, and got, long, lonely hours, a stupid shirt with a logo on it, a tiny booth, and no heater. So far the September nights had been kind to him, but God only knew what it would be like when the re...
Naomi Porter watched her son as he rooted through the attic junk. Rees was a good boy and, at eighteen years old, could have found much more interesting things to do with his time than help his mother clear out rubbish - of that much Naomi was sure. "There's a big box of clothes down here." He called "Okay, can you pull it over so we can see what's in it?"...
Prologue Jayce reeled in pain from the impact to his forhead; a trickle of blood beginning to drip slowly down his nose. He stumbles as his feet entagle themselves in the strap of the satchel bag, dropped only moments before. The scene plays itself backwards through his mind as he in turn falls backwards onto the grey carpeted floor surrounded by the horrif...
Chapter 12 - Sex in the kitchen Gary was quite a good cook. He had always enjoyed cooking, even when married and the breakup of his marriage had left him very much having to cook for himself. He had not fallen into the trap of ready meals or eating rubbish. With time on his hands he had experimented. Saturday became not so much a gardening as a shopping, pr...
I spotted her the instant my eyes adjusted to the dark smoke filled room. She was about 5' 2", not what anyone would call a raving beauty. She was dressed rather oddly, I thought. She had on a sleeveless sweater that was open at the front in a deep "V" shape to about where her navel would be, with a T-shirt on underneath. At first glance I thought that the...