"She's inconsolable," Anne told him. Stan looked up. He was in his kitchen, filling the kettle. Tea all around seemed to be the best answer. 'God, I'm so English!' he thought, irrelevantly. Anne stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning tiredly against the doorframe. Her white blouse was stained with what Stan assumed were tears and makeup. She looked e...
Ahh . . . Denise Richards, that fine sexy tomcat that Charlie Sheen gets to bunk up with every night! Lucky prick! Who doesn't remember that sexy threesome with Neve Campbell and Matt Dillon in the movie, "Wild Things?" I can never look at champagne the same way again! Okay, here is how this happened, Charlie was out doing publicity for his new televisi...
Katie quickly climbed off her father's depleted cock and reached for a sheet to cover herself. "Katie what were you thinking?" Mindy loudly asked. "I thought it was Kent. It was supposed to be Kent!" Katie exclaimed. Katie's father pulled the comforter up and over his waist to cover his nakedness. "What do you mean it was supposed to be Kent? Is there so...
Chapter 5 The following morning Stan woke up, did the painkillers-and-water routine, and he slowly put himself together. He'd been very tired when he returned home the previous night and had fallen asleep the instant he hit the bed. This morning his thoughts kept replaying Denise's parting comment. His best friend was telling him, "You've got to get over i...
Denise had spent less than five minutes on the phone with the man from the restaurant, who had called himself Robert. He was vague about what he did for a living. Denise assumed that he was, in fact, the head of the bank in Halldale, just as Sandi, the waitress, had reported. But he was above all else a devotee. He wanted to know all about Denise's disabilit...
This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people. But boy, I'd like it if it was... Author's note: I took my time getting to this point – but from the start I intended this as a story of seduction. ***** The following week goes quickly. Denise and I decide on the toys to bring, then pack them and our clothes. Denise, Lisa and I t...
The Village 03 -- Monday Morning in the Gite MONDAY morning Beth woke up, Denise was opening the curtains, singing happily. "Please don't do that EVERY morning." said Beth grumpily, putting her head under the bedclothes. "Tut, tut." said Denise happily, "Not so happy as were last night when Pierre was giving you a final shag!" "It's all your fault!" sai...
This is a continuation of the relationship that my wife (Denise) and I have developed with our occasional babysitter Jen. With Jen busy with college we do not get to see her near as much as we would like but on certain times we do get the opportunity to get together. Denise has a couple of times been with Jen by herself and it is always a joy to hear about t...
A small, androgynous young man with delicate features and long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail sat quietly as the plane accelerated down the runway and lifted into the air. Atlanta was over an hour away and the first class section on this late night flight was almost deserted. It was going to be a long flight with nothing to occupy him except his own th...
It was over breakfast that we really got to know Denise and Graham on a more personal note. Rather, I should say on a more normal basis. Normal in the things that you typically discover with new friends, what kind of food and drink they would like, what kind of business they are in, etc. And it was mid-morning in London and we were finding out those details...