Every now and then during my life things have happened that I cannot explain, at least not in any rational way. Some may call them coincidence, but I am not so sure. Certainly the events that I am about to recount fit into a category that I can only call "strange". In this case it was a matter of minutes, long seconds at most, that determined that, yes, I...
Pounds to Drop Ch. 6 – A Night Out (Please read Chapters 1 to 5) Jason wakes up with the early morning sun shining in his eyes, blinding him through the bay window in the living room. The light rouses him from a beer induced slumber. Looking around Jason realizes he is alone in the room. His last memories are of himself, his loving wife, and her new specia...
Part 5 Gillian felt the gentle breeze on her skin as she laid on top of her board, the waves splashing her body every now and then cooled her skin from the high temperature. She closed her eyes and tried to drown out the boring instructions being given from Elle Macpherson. She had tried to explain to her that she was a competent surfer and that she could e...
The blow job contest having finished (see chapter 1) we settled down to eat. The club premises being an ex pub had a kitchen and the chef must have stayed on. I had that staple of Aussie pub food; a Parmie. Yes a huge chicken parmigiana smothered in cheese with chips and tomato sauce. Masterchef it wasn't. Then I belched and settled back for the next contest...
The day of the governor’s visit finally arrived. The Mayor and local politicians had arranged a full program .A line of limos waited whilst we met the Governors entourage. I was allocated to ride with the governor’s wife and her private secretary. We were to go directly to the resort hotel. The governor and official party were to go direct to his first...
It was lovely laying back in the bath being pandered to by Tom and Thelma who were, as usual naked because they didn't like their good clothes splashed. Thelma was paying meticulous attention to my pert breasts, finding grime in the pigmentation around my nipples. It was so ingrained she was using her fingernails to remove it. I tried unsuccessfully to ignor...
"Oh hell! Is that the time?" Fiona exclaimed, looking first at her watch and then at the clock on the wall. "Damn!" "What time's your bus?" Craig enquired. Fiona laughed. "About ten minutes ago," she replied with a resigned shrug. "Oh well, never mind. I guess I can have some more wine now and I can worry about a taxi when we're finally too tired to keep t...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * I closed my eyes in anticipatio...
I heard Shay before I ever saw her. Or, perhaps a better way to state that is, I heard her scream and have the most intense orgasms long before I was formally introduced to her. I suppose we all have our roommate stories from the deep dark past. I had several roomies over the years -- during college and beyond -- but this story is about my last college roo...
I've seen you here many times before. I've seen you walking up and down this street night after night. I know what you are doing. Everybody knows what you are doing. You can't hide it, everything about you screams "Whore!" Your tiny short skirt, stretched over your arse, barely covering your pussy. A tramp stamp peeking out from under the waistband. Your ti...