How my wife Arlene and I met, and our backgrounds, are not particularly important for this story. Nor are detailed physical descriptions. Probably all of the background necessary to get a good idea of the relevant information can be summarized in a few paragraphs. At the most relevant time of this story, I, Austen Weston, and my wife Arlene, were both 33. W...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "C*ck Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story focuses on our hero's early adventures when he was jus...
Anna Kendrick had arrived at the Portsmouth International Airport in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She was visiting her parents in Portland, Maine for the holiday. After several rescheduling to do snow storms in her home state, she had to avoid the airport in her home town. Instead, she would be taking a drive into the snow during her hour long trek north. The...
Sitting there looking at myself in the mirror while I touched up my makeup, I wondered what I'd become. The reflection gazing back at me with emerald green eyes was that of fresh faced young woman, 22 years old, dark blond, wavy shoulder length hair, a wide mouth with full pouty red lips, a strong chin and high forehead. A very good-looking young female, som...
Jessica loved seeing more of the city, especially when it was this vibrant and lit up by the neon street lights and bright shop signs. "The office is a short walk from my home, so most days I try to walk." Samantha explained as they drove along the busy streets. "I only drive when the weather is terrible or I'm late, which usually is most of the time I'm...
175 Dollars Bailey crawled out of bed on Monday at a leisurely pace. The basement floor brought her the cold bite of autumn, prompting her to wrap her dark blue robe around herself and head to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. With that vital process begun, she walked a few steps past her bedroom door to adjust the thermostat. She could hear Kent alr...
Standing at the living room window with the windex and paper towels, I teetered on the ridiculously tall Mary Janes. It were as though I were standing on the balls of my feet and toes only. There was no relief. My other pumps felt like heaven compared to these! She said to wash inside and out, and not to miss a spot. That meant I'd have to go outside. It wa...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. Special thanks to KMB for this idea. To LD73, this story is for you. I hope you enjoy! ****************** Los Angeles, California Friday morning had come, pushing the work week to it's desirable closing hours. As an old saying we...
Meanwhile, back in Kincaid's Paris apartment... Michele stripped down the sheets to pay homage to the soft cock of her sleeping lover, which, even when it was flaccid was still an impressive sight. Her stomach was empty, but instead of food, she craved cum, for never in her life had she ever been so desperate to taste the salty spunk. As she sucked in and sa...
My Grammy always said, "Ain't nothin' better when it's cold outside than hot apple cider." Well, let me tell you something, at 3 AM in the morning in Denver in February its darned cold outside and stuff. I got to the club a little early 'cause I wanted to show the day shift girls my new snakeskin boots and stuff. I was always a little scared of gettin' snak...