The girls are once again in the restroom. I hear giggles and hushed whispers. I start to wonder what may be going on, but after shaking my head I drive the thought away as it could be anything. I head to my closet, look at the slacks and I just can't bring myself to put them on. Turning to the dresser I head for the bottom drawer and pull out some shorts....
Brandy went online, her heart quickening as she finally got to her email account, it was there a note from him. But, it read simply "Meet me at Fassnight Park at 8PM." She had never seen his face or met him before in person, though they had spent many hours Instant Messaging, texting teasing and tempting each other with playful words and quasi-sexual witty b...
Rush hour is always a pain, the crowds, the crush, the urgency to get home or to work. Uncomfortable, it makes the journey far worse but it is unavoidable. Friday nights takes on a new meaning. The street bars and cafes are full, people enjoying one or two before they go home, the train is more mellow. People still want to get home but there are two days of...
The weekend was intended as a surprise with a difference! He drove them down to Devon early one Saturday morning. The autumn colours were magnificent en route, as he deliberately skirted the main motorway. She was gagged, and sat respectfully alongside him as he drove slowly along the Exmoor road, through timeless villages with their charming pubs. She had d...
Gone are the days when I could sit across from a guy on a subway train and not worry whether he was an undercover vice cop. My seating preference back then used to depend on whether there was an orange or mustard space directly ahead of an older gent -- one not elderly enough to bring out my Elektra complex, but not so young that he could be arrested for sip...
Author's note: The events in this story are a retelling of the past year of my life. A year of sexual bliss, love, loss, regret, and growth. I share them with you as an attempt to educate, stimulate, and arouse. I appreciate feedback any feedback you may have on my writing. Hopefully you will enjoy sharing my journey. This introductory chapter includes far l...
The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the...
I could hardly believe this was happening. I'd been saving up enough money to visit miss angel for months and now I was finally on my way to see her. I'd been so excited and so horny the last week I could have probably been jerking off 10 times a day. Of course last week she hit me the bombshell that I wasn't aloud to touch myself until I saw her. It had alm...
I was posted VERY strict instructions to follow on the run up to seeing my master:- - My master lives in a built up area and although I am on this occasion allowed to park behind his property, other houses overlook & people use this area as a cut through passage from the main road to the chip shop, so there is the high probability that I will have onlookers...
Our weekend Chapter one - Their time was now. Their day started off very early as Jacqui travelled over night to see her lover in Bonnie Scotland. She knew what she wanted in her life now and was very well prepared to make any sacrifices in order to get what made her so happy. Jacqui knew that Tom would fulfil everything that she yearned for. Her marriage...