Suzanne knocked at Tim's hotel room door at 8 AM dressed in a casual but business-like skirt and blouse. He welcomed her with a brief kiss and she wheeled her small suitcase inside. Tim lifted her bag onto the folding luggage rack and indicated which dresser drawers were empty. Suzanne unpacked quickly hanging up one suit and some blouses and skirts, filli...
Chapter 1 What on earth was Charles thinking? I was only giving him some good-hearted teasing, and then he challenged me with this bet. And the result seems to be pretty obvious. No offense to Charles, but there is no way he could win. There had to be some trick, and Charles was always the clever one. And the worst part is, there is no walking back from thi...
This story is fiction. Repeat: fiction! It has been assembled from my own experiences, however distant the relation. I have also been careful to omit any facts that might give away the "guilty" parties. Any similarities to real-life people and places are merely coincidental. So! Read, laugh, have an orgasm, and tell me about it later. Email questions and com...
(Or: This is how O. Henry would write erotica) * * * * * It was almost dark outside. It was time for me to go to work. I took a quick shower, shaved my legs and armpits, then changed into my street clothes. Tonight, it was a knee length red dress, and matching blouse. As was my habit, I wore nothing underneath either. I drove to the Starlight Motel, and c...
My First Time Ch. 03 This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. Next up was the little story, "Why I love Wives." This is my fifteenth story in the Survivor Revival Challenge. I hope you like it. Personally, I'm wasting away in Paris, where shelter in place is u...
There are moments in life that are turning points which unexpectedly change dynamics in relationships sometimes for the better. My name is Jillian but most people call me Jill, I've just turned 40, have two children and a wonderful husband. I work in the city which means an hour train trip each day to and from work but I enjoy my career and the money so hav...
September 1989 (Jackie.) part 2. I don't know how long I left her up there but I had at least three maybe four cigarettes before heading back upstairs, rock hard and ready to fuck her brains out. Having already cum four times in just a few hours I was ready for a long hard fuck, a long hard meticulous fuck. She was squirming and pulling at the ropes and ca...
Divine Mistress Catja, Having right now an extra air mattress so I can lay on the mattress. This way your slut is able to present its analcunt on better height to serve you. Doing blowjobs goes deeper and deeper in my throat. Hoping your whore is allowed to deepthroat you while you're standing. Your slut found yesterday a perfect nylon which one I will wea...
Katrin Olsson was torn from her sleep abruptly by city bus hydraulics just outside her second floor apartment window every morning without fail. Although she had an early meeting with her new business partner, her recent acquisition of a joint apartment and office rental allowed her to slip out of bed at a comfortable hour and walk right downstairs to her of...
I awoke to a bloody awesome blowjob. It was so nice that I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it. I placed my right hand on the bedsheet which covered the head of the blowjob provider and moaned to show my appreciation. The lips were closed around the girth of my shaft and sliding along the length very skillfully. When they reached the head of my penis I coul...