The large man grumpily threw open the door. First, the meeting he had flown out for had yielded no results and secondly, he was stuck in the airport for several hours thanks to a snowstorm back home. He was annoyed, but mostly he was horny. A woman seated next to him on the plane had smelled like she was in heat; it drove him crazy. "Send one of them up to...
I got this idea from a story I read by an anonymous author, so I can't acknowledge the person. Just a fantasy. Hope you enjoy. ***** "What the hell was that," Jake Armstrong said to himself, as he walked passed the closed office door on his way to the copy machine room. The long corridor was empty, as most of the staff was out to lunch, and Jake wondered...
The key to an authentic salsa is in the roasting of the peppers, preferably over an open flame, but a stovetop will also do the trick if no other option is available at the time. Both the red pepper and jalapeño started to bounce on the ceramic as the contents within began to steam. They danced almost to a rhythm while never straying far from the center of...
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-wais...
It was shortly after six in the evening when she parked the car in the garage and stepped out of it. She made her way into the house, sliding her runners from her feet with a sigh of relief and leaving them next to the door. Following the sounds of the television, she found her Master ensconced in his arm chair watching what appeared to be the football game....
Clara prepared for the evening. She dressed in her black lace bustier, g-string panties, and black stockings. She slid on her black leather ankle boots and stood admiring herself in the mirror. She turned and walked away from the mirror with her head turned so she could admire her ass. She wondered if her Master appreciated her efforts to meet his needs and...
I stepped in the hotel room and looked the cuck up and down. He was pasty white and dressed in only pink panties. Blueberry candles scented the room nicely — not too sweet. I turned to the bed, and sitting on her knees atop multicolored blankets was a slender brunette. Her cropped hair was angled perfectly covering one eye. Her red lips parted in a devilish...
The newbie learns more about Scooter and Scooter's world. He also continues his transformation. All the characters are over 18. This chapter has MM and MMF sex. If that is a problem for you please look elsewhere. The horror in this chapter is not particularly horrific, unless the idea of a vampire relating a bit of his back story is horrifying. Thank...
Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed...
Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. The two women looked at each other; Jen with masked civility, Helen with barely concealed contempt. "Well at least she has good taste," Jen thought. The emerald green dress the blonde wore, while not overtly sexual, did display her figure to good effect. It showed a body very much like Jen's, with matching curves. Jen esti...