This story is a follow-up to my first submission - Airborne with Emily. Both works are pure fiction and have no basis in fact. ————- Returning Emily's scarf I stared intensely at the business card. Was that really her cellphone number? Emily Ratajkowski had been sitting next to me on my flight to LA. I had watched as she de-stressed for sleep by masturb...
I work as a videographer for a small market ABC affiliate in the Midwest. Where exactly is not important, but it is an area that will be significantly affected by the soon to be imposed import tariffs. It's largely a rural area with a lot of agriculture, about 40% of which is exported, and will take a big hit partly from the tariffs, and partly because the c...
Wendy Adams pulled into the parking lot at her usual time. She liked to arrive early and would often visit with her boss. Not only was Beth her boss, she was the owner of the company. Conflicts with her boyfriend were escalating and it was affecting Wendy's sleep. She was tired but at least work offered a relief from her personal life. Beth walked into t...
This afternoon, like so many other lazy sweltering summer afternoons over the past few years; Bridget, Jamie, Laura and Cassandra lay around Bridget's parent's pool, baking in the sun, and working on their perpetual tan. The girls, for the last couple of years, always spent every minute they could at Bridget's new house, especially on long hot days such as t...
Vanessa had gone to have coffee with Susan as they had agreed and their conversation had taken up all morning. Neither of them wanted to quit just then so they went to a near restaurant to have lunch and continued talking for most of the afternoon. Vanessa had told her the whole story of her voyage of sexual discovery and Susan told her about their swinging...
You are warned that some people will find that the sex in the story below shocks them. IF IN DOUBT OR UNDER 18, READ SOMETHING ELSE. This story contains no reference to real events or to real people This story may be reproduced in any form provided credit is given to Penelope Caesar. * * * * * Sally Perkins, Betty Pratt and Fanny Prendergast were friend...
John lay on the bed deep in thought, he'd just made Jane and then Diana cum all over his balls, why wasn't he fucking happy? He felt since he had come to Alison's Mansion, that he had been drowning in cunt. Everywhere he turned there was cunt, Jane's cunt, Diana's cunt. Mabel's cunt; and even Lady fucking Alison's cunt. These last two fucks he hadn't dare...
This is, of course, fiction. Everyone is pretty, everyone has time, money and energy above normal, and no one gets STDs. Accept that and enjoy the story for what it is. This is a romance at heart, but it does have some light BDSM and group sex in it. If this isn't your thing move on to the next excellent story here, and if you choose to stay I hope you enjo...
Until I met Susie I didn't have much of an idea what innuendo meant. For all I knew, it could've been an Italian brand of suppository. I still remember that evening quite clearly. There were about a dozen of us at an informal dinner party hosted by Alan Johnston and Clare Jenkins, celebrating their engagement. We were all in our final year at Edinburgh Univ...
I have it all. A beautiful apartment on Park Avenue, a spacious home on 10 acres in Southampton, a winter home in Palm Beach and a delightful getaway villa at the tip of Cap D'Antibes. I have a Ferrari when I want to drive myself and a chauffeur driven Rolls Royce when I don't want to bother looking for a parking place. I have a family with none of the respo...