This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. The story has been inspired by things I have seen, read or conversations I've had. - - - o 0 o - - - I'd finished reading Carly's latest email. She had just invited me to spend the weekend with her in Brighton. We had never yet met in person, although we had been c...
I thought about some sort of introduction here, but the best thing for you to do is go read the previous installments. Get to know me well and you won't be exactly surprised, but it will expand how you think of me. You want to do that! A week after I'd discovered that lady loving was a wonderful part of life, (and a few more shared orgasms), the four of us...
As Alex approached the front door, he found it hard not to smile at the thought of having Nico and Leticia over for dinner, even if it was to say goodbye. They were a great couple; she attractive, and he the classic French 'bon vivant'. It was just such a shame that they hadn't met sooner, as their budding friendship could have really blossomed into somethin...
This is a true story so I've had to be a bit vague in places. Please bear with the slow start. I promise you it has a sizzling ending. * In recent years I've rediscovered going to live music gigs. Where I live in the West Midlands there is a thriving tribute band circuit and you can see many good outfits playing the music of groups who have either died or...
Early the next morning I looked out my apartment window and saw Carl waiting by his car at the curb, smoking a cigarette. I grabbed my keys, briefcase, and laptop and hurried downstairs. DH had texted me that Carl would pick me up at 7:00 a.m. When I got to the car, Carl opened the door for me and I was surprised to see the Congresswoman sitting in the back...
George the truck driver had to turn his head as he followed that ass. “God Damn.” he thought to himself. As she jogged out of his view he turned back and quickly grabbed the steering wheel with two hands. He swerved the moving truck away from a parked car as he made his way along the winding roads of this California housing community. Angie Marx never knew...
The C17, was late landing at Brize; strong head winds had pushed the schedule back forty minutes. By the time they cleared channels and were in Tim's BMW, Robert had realised they would be late for the show. Tim drove his car, the same way he flew, fast, but even he could not claw back all the time lost. The car drew up outside the Theatre, with a squeal o...
Laura quickly placed my now softening cock back inside my jeans and pulled up her halter top before telling me she'd see me inside. I was more than a little confused. I'd just seen one of the most erotic sexual performances ever in my life and it was performed by my normally demure wife and two black strangers. I was in shock. I always assumed that if I'd ev...
14 Okay, for those who haven't really been paying attention, I'll go over it again very quickly. My name is Jack de Ladd. It used to be Bert Smith but I had it changed. I'm a comedian (although a lot of people who've paid to see me perform may dispute that), and I've had a few ups and downs. Actually, I've had very few 'ups' and a ridiculous number of 'd...
Again, I want to thank dont_miss_me for their editing work. As always comments are appreciated. Don't be afraid to shoot me a line if you have insight, questions, or just good words. No futanari action in this section, I apologize for that. Axle. ****** "I'm telling you, demon, this is how she should do it!" Came the gruff voice of Cole, my newest pet....