As they arrived on Level 5 of the Game, the wife-initiates were handed tall Champagne glasses filled with an elixir of honey and Red Bull to wash it down, a powerful mixture to accelerate the release of Brandi and Joan's endorphins. In case their natural sensual reaction to all the foreplay had not produced enough sexual tension, the Cougar Game designers in...
Notes on pronunciation: The characters in this story have some rather unusual names. Here are some notes on how to pronounce them. Cearbhall O'Connor: key-ARE-voll/oh-KON-ur Sylwia Neschume Appolina Gwozdek: SILL-vee-ah/ney-SHOO-may/ah-PO-lee-nah/guh-VOZ-deck Michael Tornit: my-KULL/TORE-neet ***** Cearbhall O'Connor sat at his desk at 11am dialled a fa...
This one's for all the gorgeous ladies... * St. Lucia, a jewel set in the crown that was the Caribbean, made promises to any landlubber who braved the sun and the surf to arrive on her shores. Such a landlubber was Alex Roberts. He had found his way there by accident, a guest of a newly acquired friend. As an ordinary guy trying to hail a cab in the city...
At first I was a little pissed she just discarded me like that so easily, but I quickly got over it, as I was now free. Thankfully there were no other houses nearby that I had to worry about being seen in all my naked glory. It took me a few minutes before I was able to drive away, as I had to get dressed first. I kept looking back at the house, as I wanted...
Chapter 2 A classical evening I was sitting in my easy chair smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking French brandy. The articles in the Picayune were boring and I had no book to command my interest. Idly I opened a drawer and drew out a pack of French postcards. The pictures on them were ones I had seen too many times and they no longer excited me. I tapped th...
Natasha was doing everything that she could to maintain her composure as she stood in the line leading into the entrance of the old warehouse. What was she doing here, she thought? She couldn't believe she had let Francine and Laurie talk her into coming. She should have never let Laurie pour her that glass of Jack Daniels much less smoked a joint with her....
This story idea 'came' to me while I was riding in NYC cab recently. The cabbie was very flirty. I always enjoy verbal banter especially when the conversation turns sexual! As you might guess after reading the story I am the tall blonde. The cab driver though is innocent. I promise! If he knew our innocent ride would turn into such an erotic fuck fest story...
I'm glad I didn't kill Kenya. After 12 years of a beautiful marriage I knew we were in a rut. Stevie was a saint of a man for putting up with me and I suppose I was a pretty damn good wife for tolerating his oft misplaced laundry. Like any honeymooners we had an amazing first couple of years. Even after the kids got here we had no real signs of slowing dow...
It wasn’t an unreasonable request…in fact, as expectations go, one could have easily classified this as mediocre. There was just one missing element, which seemed either reluctant or very determined not to come to the forefront. It was this constantly missing thread which was his current undoing. Frustrated, papers strewn about the oak desk in front of him,...
By 1980 Ian Abercrombie had parlayed chance, talent, hard work into a perch from which he soared. He yoked himself to the school newspaper just long enough to synthesize the three major reporting manual styles. (Chicago. Times. AP.) Quickly frustrated with school editors whose "lazy white man" allegiances outweighed merit, he eventually bluffed his way into...