Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...
Pressing lips to lips. Soft at first, almost reluctant, unsure. As this new sensation registers as enjoyable, you move in closer, our silky soft lips moving in unison. My hands come up to run through your hair and caress your face. My tongue surprises you by subtly sweeping over your lips, another sensation to savour. Our kissing becomes more passionate bord...
Barbados, being an island in the Caribbean, is known for its varied musical and cultural festivals and it is at one of these many events that I met the person whom this story is about. The show had been hyped as 'an event not to be missed' and the massive crowds of people that turned up, despite the non-stop rain that was falling that day, must have believed...
The room was chilly, that was hardly surprising though as I was only wearing a pair of boots, granted they came up to mid thigh but they still didn't do much for rest of my body. My clothes had been shed at your command as I walked into your front room. You had sat in your chair watching me your blue eyes glinting from between scruffy dark brown hair and a...
From where Drew lay collapsed and recovering on the rumpled bed he could see the lights of the city outside the hotel window. He turned his head and Morgan smiled and blushed at him. "Sorry, I attacked you," she said softly. He smiled back, "No, it was amazing. You can attack me anytime." She giggled. A little while earlier... Wearing a lacy black top...
She dropped by my place late afternoon, after her tennis match. As usual, she walked right in, sort of opening the door and knocking at the same time. "I'm thirsty!" she said, "What have you got that is wet and really cold?" I pointed toward the kitchen counter, where I had made a gallon of fresh sun tea. "There's plenty of ice in the freezer- grab a glass....
The turning point in my life was the day I started working for Mr. Jameson as his executive assistant. Having been hired through the personnel department, I never actually met Mr. Jameson until he returned from a trip abroad three weeks after I started. By then, I had already made the twentieth floor, where his offices were, my domain. The first time I saw...
I'm waiting for you at my hotel room and of course my special travel bag is there with me. It is, in fact, why you were so eager to agree to meet me here in the first place and just the thought of what could lie within that bag is driving each step you take. You approach the hotel room door with anticipation but with a bit of fear as well. Will there be pain...
Minds, bodies and hearts. Our bodies are made to feel. The nerve endings run from our flesh deep inside to our spine and then up to our brain, where that feeling is processed. We receive the feeling of touch, but it is our heart and our mind that turn what we are feeling into pleasure. If life was an 8th grade chemistry experiment that everyone did, she knew...
I got home from the gym around 6 o'clock and flipped on the answering machine. You left a message that you'd have to work late, 7 maybe even 8. I let out a little pouty sigh. All day we had been sending raunchy emails and IMs and my pussy had been so swollen all day all I could think of was your cock buried in me. I looked at the clock, 6:04, sighed again...