A clear blue sky stretched to the horizons, wispy clouds added a splash of color, and a light, cool breeze played with her hair. Spring had arrived, and the Mountain Laurel trees, always beautiful, hung a few inches lower, courtesy of the large purple flowers hanging from their branches. The combination of dark green, light purple, and speckles of white, rev...
It might be worth reading the other adventures of Daisy Jones first, but it's not compulsory! ------------------------------------------------- Almost a year had passed since Daisy's role-playing mis-adventure that had led to her having a sordid encounter with a complete stranger who paid her for sex, an incident that she now put down to a one off moment o...
Chloe giggled as Mikhai drove the Porsche Carrera GT out of the dealership. "I thought that the salesman's erection was going to break his zipper when you asked what the best car to fuck in was." Chloe said as she caught her breath. "It nearly did when you sat on my lap in the nine-eleven. He forgot what he was telling me." Mikhai replied before asking, "W...
It was back to old school solicitation for me; just standing on the side of the road looking hot and looking to pick up some cash, at least until my first booking arrived. Hannah, Mickie and Matt went off with a client at least each, and then Claire's bloke turned up, got out of the car, checked her out and asked if they could just do it right here. "Afrai...
“Are you sure there is no one here?” Jack asked his wife. As a real estate agent, Rachel had keys to apartments all over the city. Some were vacant, some occupied, as this one was, and she was sure the owner, a fifty-six year old lawyer, was not home. Lawyers usually worked late. “I’m sure, babe. Come on!” Rachel said. She turned on the lights of a beautifu...
This story cannot be understood without reading part one, so please review that one before reading this. However, if you are happy with the ending of Part 1, it is not required to read this. In my opinion, somethings are better left unsaid. I liked the original story. Well, I wrote it so I should like it, right? But there are always readers who are completi...
***This is a romantic story that I have been working on periodically for several months. Where the story will lead, I'm not exactly sure, yet given the dynamics of the characters, I have a general idea. As with real life, erotica is very likely to occur in this piece but those things will have to happen in their own time when the characters themselves lead...
It was advertised as a spacious one-bed apartment in a recently-restored country house. And it suggested that it might 'appeal to an active, mature gentleman'. Well, I was certainly mature. And I was reasonably active. And the idea of being near the village without actually being in the village definitely had some appeal. 'How spacious is spacious?' I asked...
Claire made a point, with Will at work and Joe up country for the evening, of walking around in a top and panties for the next ten minutes until I left. When I did leave, she was in the fridge, ass out and very, very inviting. If I moved out, I could go ahead and shag her; I had shagged and was to shag much worse than this firm bodied girl. I said goodbye to...
Sandy was a beautiful, 32-year-old, real-estate agent in Atlanta, Georgia. She was about 5'6" tall, and weighed approximately 125 pounds. She had deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and an infectious smile. Her beauty and friendly manner had helped in making Sandy a very successful real-estate agent. Though she had inherited a great deal of money from her fa...