Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - there is indeed good wine in the mountains of Vermont. And many of the ladies were sampling several of the reds and whites that were available at the wine tent. John, meanwhile, was more of a "meat and potatoes" kind of guy, drinking a can of Old Milwaukee as he made his way around the grounds. He was beginning to g...
I was a thirty one year old malcontent, feeling that I was not achieving any of my goals in life, and not sure how to go about changing that. My divorce had become final a month ago. Megan and I had been madly in love, but when she said she wasn't happy anymore and wanted out after six years of marriage I merely shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have the int...
It had been only a week since their sweaty encounter on the floor of the bank vault, but in Tesla's mind it felt like it had only happened moments ago. He could still feel her ghostly fingers against his throat whenever he closed his eyes, and inevitably afterwards a moan would slip from his lips. Embarrassingly, the last time that happened was during a meet...
"Gretchen and I have been planning another display, you know," said Lady Preston, "Another public and potentially humiliating event with you as the entertainment." In the past nine weeks Gretchen and Lady Preston had gone from oppositional associates, to genial confidants. And now that they liked each other, they had no qualms about making plans about me be...
As Maxwell McGrath pulled his car through the studio gates, he wished yet again, that he could convince Kara Evercum that, as the director, he deserved a limousine. That way the fanatics picketing the studio wouldn't be able to single him out for praise and abuse. Max still wasn't sure how word had already leaked out about the homosexual soldier angle, espec...
OK, I know it's not the most original name for a story and may even be the most over used and underwhelming when you finish stories with this title... however, this happened to me some years back when I was stationed in England. If you follow my stories at all you'll know my background, if you don't... it probably doesn't matter. Our marriage wasn't doing...
It was 1965 and I was all done with high school and ready to get on with my life. I met the man of my dreams at a neighborhood barbeque and, I mean, we were thick! I eagerly gave him my virgin pussy one night when I was babysitting nearby and then he fucked me just about every day for the whole summer. Todd lived in the guest house behind his parents house...
Isn't it wonderful to spend time doing something you love? I have always adored erotic photography, on both sides of the camera. I value the time and attention required to arrange the pose as perfectly as possible, to be as alluring, as erotic as can be. I love the way that that pose will be captured for later viewing; and I appreciate mix of vulnerability a...
The Wild Literotican Or How Bwaba Wawtaws survived a night alone, in the jungle. This is Hugh Downers. Tonight on forty-eight minutes Bwaba and crew are on location near the last known sighting of a group of literoticans. Her objective: to capture on film, the last of the literoticans in the wild. ~Music rolls in and then scene shifts to a very dark and...
Donna had managed to get both Bryce and Howard off in the hot tub. In so doing, she had worked herself into an erotic frenzy and wanted something for herself. Bryce had begged off, but Howard was more than willing to satisfy her needs. Howard lifted her out of the hot tub, produced a big bath towel and dried her off slowly and tenderly. He put the robe over...