"Dammit, See! I had the door shut for a reason..." The naked blonde giggled and shut the door behind her. "What? I've seen your dick before." "Yeah, but this is, like, BATHROOM naked." I finished, shook, flushed, washed my hands, and headed for the door. "All yours." "Actually, I wanted to talk." Sienna fidgeted, twisting her hands in front of her. "At z...
Multiple Parameters -or- Custom Brassieres A story by XXscribbler Rhonda was a minor mystery to Kevin. German by birth and education, she spoke English fluently but with the common Germanic problem of failure to handle well English's use of articles 'the' and 'a' -- and frequent imposition of German word-order within sentences. Over the past few we...
Author's note: This chapter contains a brief scene of terrorism, witnessed from afar. If this bothers you, please stop reading after the sex scene. As always, thanks for the votes and the comments, both public and private. ### June ### "...between whiskey and you..." I stood in the crowd, a drink in my hand, watching Jessie croon into a microphone, si...
I left my small suitcase in the rental car parked in the guest arrival section of the hotel when I entered to check in. I paused in the lobby to look around to see if anybody familiar might be waiting. I was nervous. Not from the procedure of checking into a hotel in a strange city as I had done that many times in many cities. Nor did I have any concern abou...
I always felt a strange kind of kinship with Kajal. Both of us were women in the heavily male-dominated world of machine tools. I was the only woman in the dozen-strong sales team of a small machine tool manufacturing firm, the archetypal "small and medium business". Kajal was the only female among the half or dozen or so interns we had hired from a local en...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** As I glanced out of my bedroom window at Lizzie's house, I was nervous. I knew I shouldn't have been, but I was. For the hundredth time, I looked down at my Green Day T-shirt and jean...
I couldnt believe I was staring at a picture on my computer of my 18 year old babysitter's naked pussy. Leaning back behind my desk in my home office, maximized on my monitor, was a picture of Candice lying on her back nude with her legs spread, and a perfectly shaved, glistening pink pussy pointed at the camera. Wow. I mean -- wow. It was the second of th...
James hated standing in lines – hated it with a passion. Especially airport lines, and this line was a dilly. He'd blown his timing totally, which was most unusual for him. He sighed, shrugged, quit being mad at himself, and queued up. Fifty ahead of him? Brando's famous line from 'Apocalypse Now' ran through his head: "The horror. The horror." He settle...
Is there anything worse than having to sit and listen while your wife complains about her work friends? The ones you barely know? The ones whose problems are entirely work-related, and therefore of no importance to you? The ones your wife is always complaining about anyway, usually while you're trying to watch the game? "I mean, it's the same every year."...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex, so be warned in case that's not your cup of tea. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them!...