Sam stepped back to let me be the first to mount the podium placed there to help one step off the jetty, over the lifelines and onto the yacht. That could be a case of courtesy on his part or just wanting a good look at my arse as I went first. Sam has always been one to do the gentlemanly thing of holding doors and letting me go first, so in this case I g...
Celina Dietz was in love. She loved Ravenskopf. Or at least she loved the status that living in such a fine house gave her. As she walked disconsolately to the window, she stared with fierce possessiveness over the lawns and flowerbeds that bordered the house. This was her home, it was the place she had been born, and she knew every inch of it with the famil...
This story is the pre-quel to my earlier submission about Bobbie, one of my greatest loves. I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reminiscing about her. As Bobbie and I decided to go our separate ways, I hated the thought of being without her. We rarely fought and I enjoyed every minute of our time together. I just couldn't get past our religiou...
(All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental) ******** Author's note: This is my first interracial story and it is partially based on a true story. Living deep in the mountains of California has its advantages. Quiet, dark, star-filled nights are a normal occurrence. People let...
AUTHORS NOTE: It's not necessary, but would enhance the experience if you read my previous story about Allison: THE ORAL BANK TELLER, which takes place the night before. Both of these stories are essentially true stories, with a little linguistic embellishment. Enjoy! ------------The Dodger * * * * * After that first magnificent blowjob in the church park...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by William Broyles, Jr. and John Sacret Young and the ABC network, as well as characters copyrighted by Richard Hooker, Larry Gilbert and CBS Television. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be co...
This is a continuation of my last story "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas." Please read it first so you can follow along in chronological order. Thanks for your views and votes. ***** For the first time in about a week, I woke up in a bed with only my fiancé and me in it. No Monica, no Lourdes, no Kayla. No Susan. Just Catherine. It was my birthda...
El Puente hasn't aged a day. It still looks exactly like it did more than a decade ago. It's a mystery to me how some restaurants manage to look brand new no matter how old they are. It just seems like it would be expensive to maintain that. But the white exterior is spotless, the windows are all translucently clean, and even the fucking entryway rugs are...
"Don't look now," said my friend Karen. "Bob is here." Of course, I did look. Unfortunately, he was looking my way at the same time, so we made eye contact. "Fuck," I said. "Well, he'll probably just ignore us." "Don't think so. He's heading this way." I sighed. Trouble was the last thing I needed. I was in a prolonged dating slump (it seemed like I alwa...
I live in a relatively small town on the west coast. My wife and I moved here just after we were married. We bought a small house in town and raised three kids, two boys and a girl. After all three left for college my wife and I were going to travel. That never happened. Right after my daughter graduated from college Sara, my wife was diagnosed with advanced...