This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence. * * * * * This is a continuation of the story begun in My First Harley. You may wish to find out what was going on up to this point. I slowly began to wake up to a pleasurable sensation between my legs. When I b...
Notice; this story remains the sole property of the author and any reprint for financial gain is prohibited without written consent of the author, under any conditions. This is a rough synopsis of a true event in my life. I have taken the liberty to write it from the other persons prospective and change specific situations that could draw attention to the...
I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently. It was Frank who moved it from the major key to the minor key. Brilliant. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but - as Frank observed - the...
Hello again! Thank you to all the readers for your comments and votes. It is much appreciated and I hope to hear from you all again on this one. This is a stand alone story, but one I'm really happy with and hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. To my muse - you know who you are - thank you, as always. Happy reading! RCC -----------...
I woke up in my own bed. Unfortunately I had to go to school really early. On my way to train and on the train too all I could think of was last evening with the most amazing woman I have ever met. In year 2000 one woman told me how his boyfriend could make her enjoy sex 1000 times more I ever could. Knowing my own skill and toughness of my cock I didn't ag...
June Cleaver? My story starts off in much the same way as many, I suppose. A friend called me at work one afternoon to ask if we could meet for coffee. There was something he needed to talk to me about. Paul Jameson and I had been friends from high school. Although we weren't best buddies, we always got along well, and had socialized a lot over the years. H...
I walked from the door of the plane, through the white makeshift hallway and into the Dalaman Airport of Turkey. I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and readjusted my shoulder bag and took a deep breath. Biting my lip, I glanced to the left, and then the right, looking for the location of the baggage claim. Interpreting the Turkish signs with the...
"Sometimes I really wish I had a secret life." Polly Marks pouted into her coffee. Marilynn Sylvester blinked in surprise. "Masked and caped crime fighter?" "No, that's silly. I mean something that actually could happen." "International spy? Mysterious jet-setting femme fatale?" "Nah, spying's too dangerous and being a jet-setter takes money. I need a se...
Chapter 6 The ride to his condo was silent, but the atmosphere was full with our thoughts. My mind was racing with uncertainty about taking my heart into this dangerous territory and my judgment couldn't be trusted. I was stepping out of the cheating arms of my ex into the arms of a guy who fucks with women for sport. Still, at that moment, I needed him lik...
Rose glanced at her Italian watch and realized it was time to go. Shutting down her computer and storing her files she whisked out of the office, soft skirt flapping toned muscle. “Peter,” her voice cracked out as she spoke to her secretary, “I’m done for the day. If there are any emergencies I’ll have my cell.” “Yes Ma’am.” She took her private plush carp...