Chapter 10: My turn with Tracy My housemate Brian and I were chatting the next evening after his little liaison with the big girl Tracy. Tracy was a natural blonde girl, almost six foot tall and built like a brick shithouse. She was easily 200 pounds, but very proportionally shaped. She had great legs, pouty lips that Angelina Jolie would probably trade up...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Julias~~ It didn't matter how many times Julias stood before the triumvirate, he never felt safe. Viktor was old. Michael and Maria were there as well, and while they were older and stronger than Julias, it was Viktor that made his inner-beast...
My wife, Michelle, and I have been married for six years and I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm 50, and Michelle's 37 and scalding hot. Physically, her cheekbones suggest Nicole Kidman, but her lips evoke Claudia Schiffer. Her emerald eyes are all her own and she wears her auburn red hair in a flirtatious bob. Thanks to many years in the gym with real we...
This is based on a real incident from the past, embellished a little. Well, maybe more than a little. Okay, a lot. And the technology in the story is updated so that she can talk to me on her wireless earphone. She actually used to use a wired one with an old cell phone, but that was clumsier, and, hey, we can adopt modern technology for the purpose of clari...
Authour's Note: This is the third part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read One Week With Mr. Hansen Ch. 01 and Ch. 02 first! * I tapped my fingers against the table in frustration. Mr. Hansen had taken my best friend Jenny inside and locked me out. This was not what was supposed to happen. Jenny and I wanted to share him, and that...
"Oomph, oomph, aaah, eeyah," I was truly amazed at the extend of Belinda Jones' grasp of the English vocabulary. She improved. "Yeah, fuck me baby, give it to me." Not to be left behind, she might think I was a moron with no language skills at all, I joined in. "Yes, yes, baby," I ran out of words and used some of hers, "Oomph, yeah, aaah!" I looked at the...
Chapter 4: Rebecca's Performance. London 1883. Rebecca awoke early. It was a beautiful day and she felt fresh. She briefly thought about what she had done last night, but put it out of her mind. She had just been in a strange mood after the opera, she told herself, and during the opera she had simply been overcome by the performances. Possibly she had becom...
This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other part...
I own a specialty women's apparel store in Dallas called Les is Mor. It's a play on the old Bauhaus/Mies van der Rohe design adage that Less is More, but with the spelling its message dictates. It also reflects the kind of clothing I sell. As applied to the female figure, Les cover is Mor interesting. Mor exciting. Mor tantalizing. Mor arousing. I don't carr...
Chapter 9. 'Drugs and Debt Reduction.' Hu-Fan. Tom's special boom-boom. Mama rings the changes. Chez Mama raided. Ginalyn robbed. Nick. Second Pay-day. Seeing the girls enter Talent Spot, Mama called Blen over and sat her down. "I have good news. I have receive an email from a regular customer. He is a wealthy Chinese called Hu-Fan, and he will come over...