Richard loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his pinpoint Oxford shirt as the commuter train slowly approached the station. Streaks of yellow and orange foliage flitted by his window. He had no interest. He tugged on his necktie once more. The air in this railcar was always so stale, and he was subjected to it every night. Well, not every night. He occ...
Chapter 4: Summer Barbeque As usual, I'll begin with a little background. This report is a great one, I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed performing it! At the beginning of last summer I was invited to a friend's house for a BBQ - her parents were away on Holiday and she'd invited loads of people along to enjoy a drink and some hot food....
She began retiring in the nude with the hopes of arousing her lover in the midst of a midnight waking moment. Recently, this did not appear successful. After turning in one evening, alone and much later than usual, she relaxed beneath the cotton linens and gazed peacefully out of the partly opened window at the moon as it grew nearer to its pinnacle in the...
The Opposite of Jealousy, Part 1 My wife has discovered the joy she takes in being pleasured by two men at the same time. I have discovered the opposite of jealousy: the excitement I take in watching, listening-and then-participating in her beyond vanilla MFM adventures. The breaking apart of our monogamous bond-a momentary fission-seems to release an energ...
I'm in the backseat of the chauffeured car that usually accompanies me on my business trips in Chicago. It's Friday night, and I spent all day distracted by thoughts of Anna, the beautiful stranger who I met in the bar of my hotel last night. She spent the night with me and though we agreed not to exchange numbers, I insisted that I had to at least take her...
It was well past midnight, and the moon shone brightly in the cloudless sky. She gathered her luggage from the trunk of the rental and walked briskly into the deserted lobby to get her room key. He wasn't expecting her until the next morning, but unbeknownst to him, she had caught an earlier flight and was only minutes away from meeting him for the first tim...
~~~ This is my 2nd story written... Non-erotic. Enjoy ~~~ You know, they always say that those who are friends first make the happiest couples. I believe that to be true, as well. Couples who are friends first, most likely, already know each other pretty well. They know what they are getting into… for the most part. They know what their partner wants… what...
The lights are bright and persistent as they outline our figures, I smile when I see how they glare and reflect off of her lip gloss. The party was a wild one, and at 2:05 am we were both buzzed, dressed in smiles, and with her and I sitting close, I had of course found it hard to keep my eyes off of her. She had crossed her legs, I assumed it was body langu...
I should become a spy. I would be good at it too. I mean, I'm short, cute, and sometimes I can pretend I'm very dumb. I'm not at all petite or thin so if they were looking for the next James Bond girl, I wouldn't be it. No one would suspect that I was a spy. I could listen in on conversations and pass on important information to those that needed it. Yes, I...
I ache when I'm not with you. No, it's not just an ache. It's a burn, a hunger, a distinct sense of loss, all rolled up in one excruciating package. I lie in bed, and just the sensation of sheets on my naked skin is too much to handle. I roll onto my stomach, and I smell you on the sheets, and a groan escapes my lips. Restless, I toss and turn in the dark,...