As Carla and Victor walked into the corridor on the floor where the Sholeesa delegation was staying, Carla noticed a bunch of guys standing in the hallway in front of one of the hotel rooms. She recognized them as the same group she had seen on television earlier, the Sholeesa delegation. Close up, they looked even tougher than they had looked on television....
"Pull in here," Mikela said. Carla seemed excited. She was out of her seat belt and halfway out the door as Max pulled into a parking spot in front of a thrift store. "No peeking, now," Carla told Max as she stepped down out of the SUV. Whatever the ladies were planning, Max looked forward to it after all of the activities during the previous day. Max could...
Most men would be overjoyed to return home from work to find three scantily clad women waiting for them. Dr Cox was not most men, "Oh Dear God, what is this now!" "It's good to see you too sweetie." Jordan said sarcastically, taking a gentle sip of her coffee before adding, "Where have you been?" "Mm, let's see, saving lives, saving lives, saving lives, g...
This is the second chapter in the series "The Retreat at Sharon's". This chapter follows Max and Carla's quickie in the shower. Comments always appreciated. ***** Max dressed in a polo shirt and short cut khakis shorts that showed off his muscular legs while Carla slipped into a yellow sun dress that flowed just enough to tease him to imagine the pleasures...
My buddy Tom asked me to do a favor for him. His mom and dad were divorced now and Tom was going to stay with his dad for the week. Tom wanted to know if I could check in on his mom, Carla, and give her a hand around the house. I told him it would be no problem and I would stop by Saturday. I did as Tom asked and Tom's mom answered the door that morning. I...
Carla sighed in frustration as she scanned the packed nightclub. He just was not here, she growled silently. Every man she looked at did not attract her in the least, too skinny, too heavy, too blond, too redheaded. Not that she had any problem with the later; she was just in the mood for a dark haired lover tonight. Weaving her way through the mass of und...
A/N: For all my struggling trans girls, I wrote this one for you. Keep on keepin' on, I believe in you! *** Waking up in the morning was the worst. Carla had known better than to take morning classes- this was her third year now, she was too mature for rookie mistakes like that- but fuck, she was not a morning person. Even though it couldn't have been mu...
Three hours later, after driving past huge groves of orange trees, we arrived in Santa Monica and saw a large pier with the sign "Route Sixty-six ends here." I had made it. A warm sense of triumphant came over me for driving the entire historic route from Chicago. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk and enjoy the liveliness, but was afraid Carla and I would be...
Author's Note: A couple years ago I was wondering if I could write a story that was entirely dialog. This is the story that came out of that experiment. Everything blow the line of stars is fiction. It is entirely made up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hey, guys. I just had to post this here. I know you're going to...
She got up and threw the hair brush down. It was wet and smelled of her pussy. She had to do something to take care of the craving that was driving her crazy. She needed to come. Needed to. She thought for a while. Maybe she could go back to the Sholeesa delegation. Maybe one of them could help her needy cunt get its relief. Carla sat on the armchair in t...