Before she could turn back to the handle, the door to her hotel room slammed shut behind her. "Shit!" Missy exclaimed. She grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it. No luck. The door locked automatically when closed. She knew she left her room key and cellphone inside. "Come on Missy. That was so stupid," she thought to herself. Shifting the ice bucket fro...
I am a lover of mature women, as you may have no doubt gathered by my previous stories. These amazing ladies are unrivaled when it comes to sensuality and eroticism. They offer experience, charm and sophistication in abundance. Believe me, the older woman is an exciting prospect, a most alluring creature ... especially when they demonstrate their sluttish si...
All characters in this story are over 18 years. ***** Late one night in early summer Roy Samson parked his Toyota Celica at the far end of Robe Street and walked to a single-fronted cottage on the opposite side of the road. He had been given this address by one of the senior partners in the solicitors' office where he worked as an articled clerk. The twen...
Coated in powder blue, the richly carved door was impossible to jimmy, a formidable adversary to the most persistent hotel dick. It shut with a satisfying snick and we plummeted into our Never Never Land of lust and crazed obsession. Not for the first time, we were together not merely as lovers but as sexual soul mates. This time in Emerald City, my adopted...
Authors Note: As most of you who frequent my stories can guess, these entries are typical length for me. Lots of story development and of course LOTS of good titillating action. I hope you all enjoy them and of course VOTE (Preferably with 5 starts)! For those of you who have been after me for another story with some bondage, this one's for you. A little bit...
This story fits in the 'Loving Wives', 'Cross-dressing', 'Interracial Love', 'Erotic Couplings', 'Gay Male', 'Mature', and 'Romance' Categories and possibly others as well. My name is John Murphy and the most influential person in my whole life was my aunt Jane. Actually she was not related to me. She was my mother's best friend. My father was a Naval Off...
Receptions are not my favourite things in the world to attend. I don't mingle and 'rub elbows' like agents and sales people do. I usually end up at the bar drinking alone, looking at all the phoney people. I am a writer, a sports column writer more specifically. The magazine that I write for is one of the biggest national publications with a huge male reader...
You stepped up into my truck as I held the door open for you. You relaxed as you sank into the soft leather of the Denali. I closed the door and walked around, entering the driver’s side. The truck rocked slightly as I settled myself. I looked over at you. You looked fantastic. A short skirt, light silk blouse, lacy bra barely visible through your blouse fa...
Saturday night rolls around and I arrive at Cindy's house, she invited me in and the rest of them were there. We basically spent the night talking about guys and our sexual experiences. One of the girls asked about the bruise she saw earlier in the week. I was kind of embarrassed to say. But, I finally told them I got it during sex and showed it to them. A g...
NOTE: All characters in this story, like all characters in all of my stories and works, are 18+ * Nefertiti, queen of the Amazons, lounged upon her side in her throne room. She inclined her head upwards, and one of her well-trained concubines obliged her unspoken request, feeding her a lush, succulent grape. She mewled appreciatively at the taste. The quee...