If you visit southern Florida any time between late June through August you would more than likely hate the heat, humidity and crawly things. But for me, suffering through all of that is worth the Shangri-La that the rest of the year provides. Sure, there will always be those foolish people who will blindly tell you how much they love 'the seasons' but then...
In this cold and uncertain world, life is beyond difficult. For some more than others. Lately, I feel like the universe has been kicking our collective asses. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We're all feeling the pinch in this horrible economy. The world has turned upside down and most of us feel that there's very little we can do. Wha...
Chloe Sullivan Kent sat up in bed, her slender and sexy body covered with sweat. For a moment, she didn't know where she was. Then she took one look at the man who lay next to her and remembered. Next to her lay her beloved husband, Clark Kent. He was fast asleep. She didn't blame him for being tired. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Tenderly, she touche...
this is an attempt at using none of the usual words to describe this. let me know if it works or not. In my sleep I dreamt my chest was being covered by a scratchy wool blanket. I was naked under this blanket, but the cool air of the mountain cabin was somehow sneaking in. I twisted and reached for the covers, but instead found the warmth of her back. Not q...
Wasn't quite sure where to put this story as it involves MMF and also FFF so took the easy option of group. ***** "Come on C it will be fun," said Lorna to her best friend Christine, "and you need a laugh after your divorce." Christine sighed, it had been a tough year and it was horrible to think what had started as an amicable divorce from her husband...
My name is Romania Tremblay, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, but raised in the Capital region of Canada. I have often been told that I cut an imposing figure. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I am one...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
I got on the tube at Kings Cross station after getting the train from Cambridge. But, I guess you want a bit more information about me first. I am from Africa but you wouldn't guess if you heard me speak on the phone. My parents came to UK when I was eight They were both career diplomats. That was about a year after my mum almost killed me. This almost killi...
The second of three installments about the nylon-cuckold adventures of Roger and his wife in Las Vegas. *** Anthony asked Roger what he was smoking. While it wasn't one of his more expensive smokes, Roger knew it was a respectable choice. Anthony opened the herfador and reached for a Cohiba, a brand Roger regarded as overhyped and overpriced. He immediatel...