All comments would be gratefully received. I respond to all POLITE feedback, if possible, especially from women interested in being Julie, or just general chat. * Julie was staring at me across the bar again. I often saw her in here, perhaps why I keep frequenting this bar when there are plenty of others closer to home. My mates had warned Me about her, ab...
The man coughed. His lungs rattling with the effort as he sat with his friend Chris in the "Chew and Chat" coffee bar. "You'd better get that seen to," said Chris as he watched Ray struggle to draw breath, his face turning from a pale yellow to a deep crimson in a few seconds. Ray shook his head and waved his arms around feebly until, at last, his airways...
It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of bein...
Space Cadet Morgar was very late arriving in Chicago to rescue Slender Ellen from the spell imposed on her by the Witch of Whatever. He had been dispatched to rescue the fair maiden during the first weekend in February, but he was too late; it was now Saint Valentine's Day, which complicated his rescue mission enormously. "Oh shit," he said. (They talk lik...
Thanks, again, to Darla for her support and editing expertise. Wendy's Purple Passion Wendy and Andrew drove home in silence, each reflecting upon their experience in the restaurant. Wendy found herself in an aroused state she had never experienced before. She angled both vents to directly blow the cool air across her pussy and closed her eyes to savor the...
CNN's Candy Crowley has a very hairy pussy. A large face, a strong, powerful nose, and a forest of pubic hair. The lips of her vagina are thick and intricate -- complicated, fascinating, scary, and stunning, just like she is. She loves the smell of sex. I say the smell because that's what triggers her lust: the smell of arm pits, of balls and assholes. And t...
“Research it!” But how do I research it? ‘Brian, that’s what we have just been talking about, haven’t you been listening?’ I shook myself and realised where I was. In the middle of our regular, excruciatingly boring Monday morning meeting. The principal purpose of which seemed to be for all of us to listen to Gabriella our new, up and coming CEO talking ab...
After a series of shuttles on a small plane, a crowded bus, and then a truck, they arrived at the boat launch. Another journey, this one by water, and then they would arrive at the village where they would commence their studies of sexual practices among the Manogowans. Their driver unloaded the baggage into a pile and left them. His noisy truck pulled a pl...
Chapter 1: James looked at himself in the mirror. He had done well for himself. At 31 years old, he was doing better than most. As a personal injury and divorce attorney, he had aggressively marketed himself right out of law school. His face was everywhere. One could look at the side of bus bench, listen to local radio, or watch tv; there was James. He care...
As she opened her eyes she realized the room was dark. Morning was still far off but she had wakened for a reason. What was it? The moon illuminated the room fabulously. She propped herself onto her elbows and scanned the room. Nothing seemed out of place and yet, something was not right. The air conditioner whirred away from beside the window. The curtai...