CHAPTER ONE It is the stabbing of the crutch handle in my shoulder that draws me from my trance of pleasure, reminding me that I am, in fact, squeezed into a hospital storage room. For a moment I lose focus on Jack's tongue assertively exploring my mouth and hands encircling my hips. I grab the crutches one handed and toss them across the floor. The metal c...
Beads of sweat rolled down Maggie Seaver's pretty face and dripped off the tip of her nose and chin. The black headband didn't seem to help much. She still had to use the sleeve of her white Gi to wipe the sweat from her face and eyes. Her shoulder length, blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail to prevent it from being plastered against her face. She was t...
For the second day running the bright yellow pickup caught Billy McNabb's eye – the vehicle was clean, meaning no dirt, no marks. Owned by a perfectionist, he deduced. He imagined the guy – late forties, divorced and no-one to play with so devoted his after-work time to watching sport on TV and drinking beer while eating steaks at hash-houses, keeping an ey...
I had decided that the next time I met Minu, I would like to indulge in one of my pet sex fantasies with her. I had told her that too, the last we met and fucked. She had asked, “Why with me?” I told her honestly, “You have a baby face and chubby cheeks, with high cheek bones. You are dusky. You have a jet black but sparse pussy bush. And God. You can fuck....
In the morning, Miriam accompanied me back to my quarters. Her long, thick, curly, raven-black hair cascaded down the bare back of her fire-engine-red halter dress and swayed gently back-and-forth as we walked along the dreary corridors. With its deep, plunging neckline and long, flowing, asymmetrical skirt, Miriam's dress displayed her firm, shapely, DD-cup...
It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox. Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 4...
This story is about a married wife who makes her small dick husband a sissy slave, and eventually finds some real cock to fill what she has been missing but it comes from an unexpected source. If this type of story offends you fuck off and read the beano or something negativity I get daily, so it won't be new to me. ***** As I sit here writing this I am na...
Masturbation toys, the perfect Halloween gift for your wife, significant other, and/or girlfriend. Brenda grabbed the pillows, put them behind her, and fixed them so that she had a comfortable cushion, her launching pad ready for a slow, steady, steamy takeoff, as if on a cloud ready to float her away on her erotic journey. She opened her case, looking at e...
Standing up as the briefing ended the Police Officers and Detectives of New York's 99th Precinct slowly began to file out, murmuring and laughing as they returned to their work. Behind the rest of the group, Dt. Rosa Diaz grabbed the file from her desk, shrugging on her leather jacket before heading for the door. However just as she was about to exit her pa...
Shay felt the morning sun touching her face, wrapped in her terry cloth robe on the deck facing the beautiful blue waters. She loved getting away to the condo at Ft. Walton Beach Florida with guest, but this time she wanted her time alone. The condo was a two story unit. Four bedrooms and three full baths downstairs, a laundry room as well. Upstairs was a C...