"I'm not sure about this," Ella called to me above the noise of her hairdryer. "You're the one who agreed to go. If you'd asked me I'd have told you to say we're busy." I shifted on the sofa and flicked aimlessly through the channels full of celebrities I've never heard of. The hairdryer noise ceased and a few seconds later Ella appeared at the doorway of...
======= Coming home and facing an internal crisis. Cathy rides to the rescue again, with a surprise. ======= The trip home was anticlimactic. No last minute calls from Ana Isabel, no nefarious visits from men in black suits, and we were on our own at the airport. No mile-high club. My new favorite stewardess wasn't on our particular flight. Even the petting...
"There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window. Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was n...
Senya's eyes were lost in green. His cries were muffled by the plush lips on his. His cock was bathed in pleasure. His ears were full of soft, happy whispers from all along him. And the moans from his lamia pet—or was she his lamia owner? He could no longer tell the difference. She probably could, though. His mind was obedient. Because he was a good pet. T...
After the young guys had all left to go back to their naval training center, Crystal and Barry enjoyed the beach and waning sun a little longer, and then headed back up to their cabin. Barry wanted to upload all the photos and videos he had made during the day. He looked forward to enjoying them along with Crystal that evening. Barry recognized that Crystal...
This tale is the second story in the tetralogy Mexican Bedtime Stories. "Sugar Papito" can be read on its own or as a sequel to (1) "The Mexican Stand-off" and as a prequel to (3) "The Three Amigos" and (4) "The Whole Enchilada". ************************** After telling my husband about a one-night-stand adventure that I'd had before marriage, a door op...
The Craig's List ad under W4M read, "5'6", tall, fit, active red-head (with bottle help), 55, educated, set in her ways, looking for non-clingy, non-smoking, active, passionate man. Occasional dinners, trips to the museum, cooking together, quiet evenings and lots of active surprises. Not every day. Pic for Pic. Tell me about yourself, I'll answer your quest...
I couldn't believe I was doing this. No matter what I said to reassure myself, nothing would make me believe that I was ACTUALLY doing this. I had always been the good girl, the one who went without, the one who put others first at her own expense. I had spent so many years bottling up my deepest desires that I almost couldn't remember them. But not anymore....
Author's note: This story was an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge) 5, a collaborative competition among Lit authors. Every story for this FAWC began with the exact same line. Where it went from there was up to the author. Those participating in sexual acts are 18 or above (or nonhuman). ***** Upon the table lay three items: a handkerc...
He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed. He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the...