It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that we knew from our local watering hole. Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened... That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kelly's what it being the holiday weekend and all that. Jesse and I were there for a TGIF drink or five, and to shoot a bit of po...
FRIDAY NIGHT She walked into the bar and scanned the crowd, but didn't see him. She was seated by the hostess in a booth on the back side of the bar, so she was sure to let her know she was waiting for someone. She ordered a beer from the waiter as she waited for her "date". Her cell phone rang. She picked it up from the table and checked the number that w...
A Watched Kettle Never Boils Ch. 01 I met Donna when she was 27 years old and I was 31. She had shoulder-length golden blonde hair a tight body and a cute little heart shaped ass to die for. She had a computer-related problem that needed technical assistance and I just happened to be on call that day. We hit it off from the beginning, finding that we had si...
Author's note: This is part two of the story of Jen and Scott. Part 1 is called "The Love of my Life." You don't have to read it first, but it would help with understanding some of the text of this story. As always, comments are welcome. My husband, Scott, wrote and told you of our first encounter with bringing other people into our bed in the story "The Lo...
Smokey Saga #1: "Give The Girl A Helping Hand" *** This story is dedicated to women who are drawn to men's hands—whether you love them, like them, or find them the least bit attractive. Realizing for myself just what a great number of women there are who enjoy men's hands (looking at them, feeling them on their bodies, holding them, kissing them, what have...
This follows It Was Just A Fantasy and But Whose Fantasy Was It? I think it can be read on its own, but is better after having read those two. Thanks to those who read for me and made suggestions, some of which I incorporated. Thanks especially to Denise whose comments helped me improve it considerably. I put the finishing touches on my makeup and went into...
I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her continued support. Thank you so much. I have had several responses that found my story too violent and unrealistic. My story is a dark fantasy. Fantasy is a creation of freely envisioned thought or invention; imaginative, grotesque or odd; a supposition based on no solid foundation—at least that is what my dictionary s...
"Are sure you want to do this?" I asked again scared as hell. "You told me it was a turn on and well—I'm willing to try new things if it makes you happy." The glimmer in his soft eyes said everything. He wasn't kidding around. He really wanted to go through with this and didn't care about the consequences. He had lost his fucking mind. "It's a fantasy. I...
"I love, Girl Watching." I've heard that some women, claim they don't like to be leered at lustfully, by men! But the clothes they wear, make men stare, and they know it! Let's face it, the only guys that don't look, are either, queer or dead. And I'm neither. My wife had just left for work, and I was sitting on my front steps, having a cup of coff...
Margret is a sexy Milf (mother I'd like to fuck) living the suburban life. Her husband Scott is an extraordinarily successful microchip designer. They live fabulously in a big house. They drive awfully expensive cars and have more friends than they can count. Their love life was well, but, predictable to say the least. Its been the topic of discussion for a...