Author's note. - Sorry there's been such a big gap between chapters -- life got a bit complicated recently. This is the final Busy Fingers, but I'm starting a related series which I'll probably write completely before beginning to submit it. That way there won't be such gaps. * Hayley and I usually met for a masturbation session at her place each Monday, t...
For the next two marching days the regiment made good progress, nearly thirteen leagues. The wounded of the 4th Reserve Company still slightly kept the pace slower than Rowan would have preferred but he would not ever offer a single word of complaint to the many still injured. They had fought and held their ground while their friends around them had died, al...
The gray room was bathed in a pale light from some invisible source. Larry focused on his breathing and tried to relax. His determination was fading. He had made his decision almost on the spur of the moment. Declaring 'love' for the entity seated across from him seemed now to be a foolish gesture. Whatever Izzy was, maybe she was incapable of what he though...
This story is dedicated to her dear editor "Laurence Davidson". I worked on this and then gave it to him, and he completely ripped it to pieces and forced me to rework it. I think it's much better and he deserves the credit. Thank you "Laurence Davidson". ***** Amit, Asish and Fahim had been best pals since high school, the three of them were inseparable....
Annabelle had her back to me and I ran my eyes up and down her body, silently admiring her form - the curve of her thighs and butt, the way her shoulders looked in that sleeveless shirt. Even from behind, on this angle, I could see the fullness of her chest. She turned and smiled at me as she handed me a tall glass of water. "How are the boys doing?" she a...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed this mutually agreed upon deal on the purple futon in my studio apartment in downtown Emerald City, Mecca for coffee aficionados, a city of silvered skyscrapers, steep, frequently rain slicked streets and great, lumbering ferries plying the nearby sound. The new futon, my...
I gasped in surprise as I felt the cock force its way into my wet cunt. I knew it was big, but was not expecting it to feel so big. After all, my cunt was not as tight fitting as it used to be when I was younger. I was 57 years old, and had been around the block a bit during my time. I'd been married and divorced 3 times – and to be honest each divorce was m...
Part 4: Straying *** "Dammit, get up here and fuck me!" I looked up from my perch on the bed, lying facedown with my head buried in Lisa's crotch. The lower half of my face was coated with her third and latest orgasm of the morning. A half-hour earlier, I had awoken this Thursday morning with the usual raging hard-on. Taking special care not to wake my...
I was so excited that my fingers clumsily misdialed her number twice before getting it right. The minute I found out, I couldn't get to the phone fast enough; Janet needed to know asap. She was going to flip out. My parents had just informed me they were going to Florida for a month to begin searching for a place to retire. Relocating to the Sunshine State...
This is not a very long chapter, just so you know. I promise the next chapter will be back to the usual 4 pages. Tune in on November 2015. I'll be joining in on the National Novel Writing Month. I'll be posting chapters of my new novel. It will be in the BDSM genre. 50,000 words, which is about five chapters plus two Wallflower chapters. So, rate/comment/ema...