Rayne proceeded up the front steps of Ravenmore's Cafe. Ever since the cafe opened two years ago she stopped by every day. Pierce, the owner, made great coffee and the best cookies in town. Pierce was a middle-aged, slightly balding man with a little bit of a gut. With thin framed glasses and a goofy looking goatee he looked like an absolute 'Star Trek' geek...
Story Code: M/F, Prostitution, Public Sex, unfaithful wife, Masturbation How did it start? You may well ask! We had just trundled through our fourteenth wedding anniversary; as usual Rob had forgotten a card, flowers, chocolates or gift. I'd got Rob a card and a pair of gold cufflinks with 'RC' engraved. The card wasn't new, I'd bought it for our ninth we...
So yesterday... My feelings in the car on the way to Novato - the sneaking suspicion this would be a colossal waste of my time, coupled with nagging memory of all the other fruitless encounters I've had since R. The nebbishy little lawyer in San Francisco I couldn't picture undressing for in a million years. The creative, biracial guy from Rohnert Park who i...
Marcella couldn’t move if she wanted to. The mattress beneath her was quicksand and the weighted blanket pinned her among a layer of warm air. Her arms, draped over the tyrian purple blankets like a good girl, soaked in the cool room air. It kept her balanced. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been e...
As I awoke that morning, I lay there not wanting to get up. My life was at a stage that I wish it would end soon. Not that I was suicidal or anything like that, but there wasn't a heck of a lot to look forward to every day since my wife had passed away two years ago. She was the world to me, and when she died there just wasn't much left. I was fifty seven...
Author note- A random plotline I had to type to up wanted to try something different let me know if you enjoyed chapter 1 and I'll introduce chapter 2. Thanks guys. ***** I have such an urge. Unforgettable. I saw her sitting there across the street inside the little cafe. My palms were sweaty my hands shaking sensation drawing from my fingernails. Ever...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Jane Bond, daughter of famous British spy 007, spent a frustrating third morning in her new job at MI-6, British Intelligence. Her first mission since graduating from the British spy academy, was to find the elusive terrorist arms merchant called W, and stop him from making his next arms deal. Jane had...
Preface It had been raining all day. It was a grey, steady, depressing rain that seemed to wash all the colours from the city, reminding you just how much of the city was built of stone, solid gray and unyielding. Paris had survived the rule of Louis XIV, had watched her citizens rebel in the French Revolution. She had been witness to the German tanks on the...
Thanks to Bandicoot007 for editing. ***** I sit in the same corner booth every day for lunch watching the world go by as I drink my coffee. I notice a young couple in the booth across from me. I have seen him before, he comes here a lot, but, this time, she is someone new. They are always pretty, each one prettier than the last. He's strikingly handsome. A...
I drop the phone in surprise. "Hello?" she says again and I press it to my ear. "Hello, Olivia King?" "Yes." Her voice sounds tinny and far away on the line. "I have something of your's. Your backpack. I found it." The line gets quiet. "Olivia?" "My bag? How did you find it?" "I – I uh, well it's a funny story actually," I say setting down the bag...