Prologue: Post-game Jean Grey peeled the synthetic leather costume from her body, ignoring the aches and pains that came with her chosen profession. Once free from her salty flesh, her clothes found their own way to the cleaning bin, held aloft by the distracted power of her amazing mind. She stepped into the shower, and let the water carry away the sweat...
Another sultry hot day. It must have been 30 degrees all week. Heat hazed, do nothing weather. The kind of weather where everything seems in slow motion. I was in Carries house, sitting on the sofa in the front room. Her tongue was in my mouth, and we were passing the five minute mark of some fairly hot French kissing. Thirty minutes earlier than that, she...
This story is a complete fiction. As far as I know, none of the events described ever really happened. Any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. * Her husband was away on his third week of a business trip and Jean was horny. Not that her husband was worth a shit as a lover. He was thirty years her senior with a fat belly and reced...
Alice was so beautiful she took my breath away every time I saw her. I asked her out a couple of times and she turned me down on both occasions. The second time was just after she split with Dougie Laughery and I thought I had a real chance this time. Dougie was an asshole, I had been competing with him toe-to-toe since junior high. I couldn't see what Alice...
Mistress and Commander -- Grey Seas Over Warning--This story may put you off your stroke. If you want a wanker, try elsewhere. I dedicate this story, with apologies, to Farley Mowat, founder of the Beaver Club of Amateur Naturalists, and like me, a writer (although a much better writer than I) who never let facts get in the way of truth. Pernambuco was a...
"I've come to find you," Nigel said silkily as he stared hungrily at the girl he'd touched so intimately once in the castle of his master. "I've come to bring you back to Magnus and stop this foolishness." Luria's head was shaking, her wet hair causing the white shirt she'd taken from Balor's wardrobe to turn transparent. She could almost feel his eyes, tho...
It was summer in Oceanview, and the day of the big fireworks show was fast approaching. I was pretty excited actually. When I lived in Japan, we always used to go to see the fireworks show on Zaimokuza beach near my house or Katase Shirahama near my Aunt Sachi's place. It's a big thing, and tons of people come down from Tokyo just to watch. Fireworks make it...
Saturday, March 23, 2019: My first thought was an ironic one. I remembered back to Josh, one of the guys in my sophomore dorm, saying what a rush it was when he was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with two girls both of whom he'd fucked. Neither one had known that he'd slept with the other - at least, he didn't think they did - but it was an awesome rus...
***NOTE*** This story is a part of my ongoing series called Trouble Texas Style (Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Goodbye Earl). These are complex and interwoven tales that cross genres, including erotica, romance, and suspense. I have kept them separate as opposed to hopping from character to character chronologically, as Geo...
Author's Disclaimers: First, another different sort of story for me. Second, all sexually active people are over 18 years of age. Third, every character in my little tale is fictional, and reside in the recesses of my mind. Lastly, this story is not wall to wall sex. I am Sandra Rosen, a 51 year old principal of a prestigious private school, located outside...