I had the day off, and of course it was raining... I finished cleaning the house and decided to check my email. Once I was done with that, I decided to do some food shopping. I put on my black stretchy pants and a t-shirt. I got everything together and ran to the van. Wouldn't you know it, it wouldn't start. It was totally dead. I ran back to the house & c...
I found myself moving speedily down the un-peopled street. Yes, it was cluttered with debris, and piles of dirty snow, but at this time of early morning, the sidewalks of my hometown were deserted. The city that never sleeps is a misnomer. It does sleep, albeit in fits and starts somewhere between the waning moon and the approach of dawn. It was frigid and I...
December 24th and the fatman was having a fit. It wasn't like we've been slacking all year. Well, Okay, so there's been more fucking around than a bad soap opera, but what does he expect? I mean, snow and cold twenty-four seven, and the nearest town a continent away. Not that it really matters, us elves wouldn't be welcome most places anyway. See, that's wh...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
The tall one shook a cigarette from of a pack of Camels and went through the macho ritual of lighting it as a very good-looking girl sauntered towards them from the deeper recesses of the bar. She was wearing a tight dress with a scoop top that seemed to be struggling to contain her breasts, which were bra-less. Bruno was impressed with her body and as sh...
"Oh, fuck!! I'm cumming!" Melissa screamed and began whimpering. Her orgasm milking my cock, provoking me to flood her with my own. I collapsed and Melissa rolled over on top of me. Her 40D chest molding itself to my chest as we kissed. "Welcome to New York, Len." She giggled tracing my nipple with her fingernail. "Thanks, babe. This.." I gave her tight a...
"People always ask the wrong questions." A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me...
I'd been running my own masseuse business whenever I wasn't performing metal music but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine someone like her would walk in asking for a massage. Usually I'd turn away walk-ins as my sessions were usually for pre-booked appointments only. But when my girl, Natalie Decker of all people showed up just as I was about to close...
The fire within...... Those of you who know me are aware I work as a real estate director. I own my own agency here in Melbourne and now that the agency is set up properly, I have staff to do most of the busy work. This allows me to do the fun things I enjoy; large corporate deals, overseas contract negotiations, condominium and resort developments, and oth...