"Please," Audrey said, the slight exhaustion in her voice registering with Eric, "do this for me. She's one of my best friends, and she really is sorry." Eric leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, okay." "That sounded non-committal." "It was," Eric sad, hand over his face. "But I'll give her a chance to apologize." "Great!" Audrey said, pe...
No, honey--I never slept with Melanie! Yeah, I did. Fortunately, she won't tell my wife Amanda (her former friend) and I certainly never will. Back in college, Melanie was such a slut that any guy who hung out with her was automatically assumed to be fucking her. I was the exception. I was her reliable guy friend, and as much as she turned me on, I also cou...
My name is Maryanne. I'm a 28-year-old single woman living in the guest house on an old wine estate in the hills above the Napa Valley. It's purely a rental (I'm not a guest!), and I've lived there for around four years. It's very quiet, and the drive to work in my old jeep (I work as a social services psychologist) isn't too long. After a long day with pati...
Mornings were bearable, but the last few days had been brutally hot and humid. Marie and John had escaped the hotel for a few days, renting a tiny cabin in an eco-resort deep in the nature reserve. The place was stunning, but minimalist, barely more than a bamboo hut with a bed in it. But the bed was soft, the white linen luxurious. A mosquito net hung from...
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All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18, including any alluded to. ***** My wife Ann and I met Ron and Karen a few years ago; just about the time that our house emptied of children. Not that we were tired of having the kids around, but we had been at the business of being parents for a long time, and they were getting along well in the...
"Can I help you with something?" I regretted the question about 5 minutes after asking it. Now, about 2 hours into to ordeal this girl looked visibly more exasperated than I felt. Her eyebrows furrowed with disapproval as she rotated in the body length mirror, comically craning her neck backwards to get a better view of her own ass in the ugly pink dress th...
Ivy's head was spinning. Thoughts and feelings were flying around her brain. She did not know what to make of the day. She worried that she had done something terrible to her best friend. Monica did not seem to mind, but what if it wasn't really her. What if the cock made her agree. Ivy drove towards Sara's house. Tears cascading down her face. She was s...
I awoke to an empty bed. "Shit," I thought, "she could at least have said goodbye; preferably with a last fuck or at least a blow-job." I turned onto my back, put my hands behind my head and let my mind wander over the events of the previous night. My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and in she walked, clad in a bath towel with another wrapped...
As I arrive at the small bar I am overcome with anticipation. I have followed the instructions from the email to the letter and I intend to do exactly as told for whatever lies ahead. I have arrived exactly on time and as I go through the door I look for the booths adjacent to the long bar, as instructed. The voice on the final confirmation voicemail was fir...