I am losing my fucking mind. I have not seen Leigh in just over two months. The epic withdrawal I am experiencing is akin to that of boozers and dopers, intermittent raging hard-ons and racing, fevered thoughts in the place of DTs and night sweats. There needs to be a support group for guys like me, doggedly trying to abstain from a doomed relationship that...
This is the story of a single young woman that is frustrated with younger men and finds what she needs in an older, powerful man. Leigh was frustrated with the life she was living. She stuck living a mundane existence; compromising on her life on a daily basis. She was consumed in business and social gatherings, with her hidden and very private desires go...
The weekend was all set. After what had seemed to be months of working we had managed to schedule a weekend away just the two of us. With our motto of "Life is too short to stay in cheap hotels" we had reserved a room at an inn off in the country. The hotel was advertised as having a gorgeous swimming pool, in room Jacuzzi's and nice porches for relaxing on....
As Leigh stared straight into Kyle's smiling eyes, she tossed the bear-shaped bottle of clover honey onto the corner of their spread picnic blanket. Kyle dragged his gaze southward and watched in rapt fascination as a viscous stream of honey slowly rolled down the slope of Leigh's engorged breast and came to rest on her darkened nipple. The golden wave rippl...
"Okay, I am going to pretend you didn't say that." Damien said. "What are you thinking? You can't just go there and say what? 'Hey Visconti, how are things?'" Darryl chimed in. "Yeah, like he's going to simply agree to a nice lunch date with you and the entire police force." Damien said sarcastically. "Not counting Federal agents." Darryl said. Leigh fel...
Author's note: Here it is the last chapter everyone. Please comment and rate. Thanks for all the support.xx * "That old bastard! Son of a bitch!!" Michael kept on shouting obscenities as another empty bottle of whiskey was thrown at the wall. He had been hiding in the abandoned warehouse he used to store his good; goods stolen from Visconti. He knew no one...
This story is the sequel to Will You Go With Me Jason watched as his steady girl-friend, Leigh, walked barefoot across his kitchen. He could hardly believe that she was finally his. They had been seeing each other for several weeks. It had taken him a long time to get her to even consider seeing him. She had just gotten out of rocky relationship shortly aft...
It was a hot, sultry summer night down at a private beach somewhere unknown. The sea breeze blew across the waves onto the pure white sands gleaming from the full moon. A stately beachfront house stood on the shore with an ominous presence, lily white with Greek columns. Roses the color of passion twined around the columns. Lights were on inside the house, g...
"Does it feel nice?" Téa whispered over the phone. "Yeah," I grunted in reply. "Mmmmm. I wish I could see . . ." she said, moaning slightly in frustration. "Me, too," I answered. And what a sight it was. I was sitting back in my home office, tie loosened, pants unbuckled, with my cock buried down the throat of our 20 year old neighbor, Leigh. She had her...
Well, this isn't the Hitchcock thriller you've been waiting for but hopefully you'll find it enjoyable. I purposely didn't seek out an editor for this piece so all you literary scholars who didn't care for the work can, at least, have fun brow beating me. Either way, I was just trying to brighten an otherwise dull afternoon........ Enjoy! Dave and I were...