When Eleanor Duvall saw the strange car pull into her driveway she wasn't sure exactly who it was since the few friends she had that were still living seldom dropped in on her, and never without calling first, but when she saw the little fellow climb out from behind the wheel the mystery was solved. It was the boy that delivered groceries from the supermark...
BEWARE OF TAN SPAN My wife's birthday is Tuesday. Though four years shy of fifty, Margaret's taut silhouette, and flawless skin remain the envy of women half her age. And, as irrefutable as is her striking beauty so is the struggle of all the men who cast their rapacious eyes upon her to suppress their wanton urge to fuck her mercilessly right then and ther...
"This evening is just perfect," my smiling wife exclaims from across the table we were sharing at an upscale restaurant. Smiling back at her glowing, beautiful face I couldn't agree more. "It is a nice night out, isn't it?" I muse as I take another bite of prime rib, savoring the flavor of the still bloody slab of meat on my plate. "And so quiet too! . ....
**Authors Note: As promised, this is the second installment of my story. To get the context of this part, reading the first is necessary. I want to thank the readers for their encouragement and for egging me on to finish the second part (one in particular, you know who you are). This part has more raunch than the first part and of course there is much more p...
Part 1 had three possible endings, though not universally popular with readers. I hope I make up for that in Part 2 by providing a different sequel matching each ending in Part 1. The first sequel is from Martin's point of view, the second from that of Sophie, and the third from Rolf's. If you want explicit sex then jump to the continuation of the second sto...
"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "That's so much better..." Lori had just removed her shoes, skirt, stockings, blouse and bra. She retrieved an oversized sweatshirt from her suitcase and pulled that on over her panties, then settled back into the stuffed chair between the bed and the door to wait for 10:00. "As usual," she thought. "I must be a glutton for punishm...
Freshly showered and dressed for work, I was just finishing my last cup of coffee when the doorbell ran. It had to be someone selling something because everyone knows that I leave promptly at eight-thirty five. Prepared to drive the person away, I opened the door to find two uniformed policemen standing there looking quite serious. It was obvious that they w...
Christina rocked my world the first time I met her. There were no fireworks. No wildly passionate sexual adventures. But, these eyes had never seen a more stunningly beautiful woman. It was embarrassingly easy to stare. And, it was equally difficult to not maintain visual contact. What made her so attractive? I guess, and this has ran through my mind often...
Chapter 07 -- The Island The following day, Friday, was uneventful. It was typical for any day her Mistress had to work: Trish got up and served breakfast, then went next door and spent the day picking mangos and other fruit from the two yards. She learned how to cook a couple of new food items and how to wash clothes by hand. She served dinner at Flora's h...
Having benefited from a recent inheritance I bought myself some acreage over looking one of the many man made lakes close to Mumbai: it has idyllic settings of lush sylvan vegetation, beautiful lake views and some of the oldest mountains in the world forming part of the Western Ghats. Having built a small cottage I employed two local women to look after th...