When I married Thelma I knew her daddy was rich but I had no idea HOW rich. And actually it wasn’t her daddy. It was her momma that was rich. I also never suspected her momma was a bitch and had schooled her lovely daughter in the fine art of bitchery. Her daughter had decided she wanted me for a husband and she had caught me with an art and skill that few w...
This is my entry into the Nude Day contest, so I would appreciate your comments and votes. It is a romance and coming of age story, and does not have any graphic sex scenes, so be forewarned. Enjoy!! * Prologue. New York, early this morning. In the early morning light, Danielle's sleeping body was beautiful. Since the first time I saw her naked, 8 months...
A few weeks after we returned from the Rally in Cocoa, Tony's cellphone rang one Friday evening. "Hello, this is Tony." "Hey man, how's it hanging?" Tony immediately recognized Cole's voice. "Same old, same old, pal. What's up with you?" "Just wondering if you're going on the club ride tomorrow and if your pillion is open," Cole replied. "I am and it is....
Cathy and I had found our comfort zone in our marriage. I had set her up with her ex-boyfriend after she admitted that she did miss his big cock. Just a simple text did the trick. She had not noticed that I sent the text to her ex, David. When he showed up at the club, she was surprised at first. When he mentioned that she had texted him, she looked at her p...
The air in the club was hot and humid, bitter with cigarettes and sweet with the sticky tang of the alcohol evaporating off the polished floor, the gaudy tables and the bare flesh everywhere. Mark stood watching the dance floor, a drink, largely untouched, in his hand. He was a little above average height, slim and smoothly muscled from all the swimming he...
It had been several days since my visit to the sorority house. I needed the weekend to rest my overused body As Monday afternoon passed I was looking forward to getting home to relax. I was busy on my computer when the knock on the door occurred. "Come in." I called toward the door. "Hi. Are you Mike?" "Yes, can I help you?" "Yea, Julie said you could...
"Why are you reading a book on spring break?" Christina was at the foot of the queen hotel bed and shaking her hands like they were on fire. Sarah's back was to the headboard as she sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Her nose was buried in a historical novel without regard to having a week off in the spring from university. "I have a book report due a w...
Over the last few years, in real life, I have made it my mission to help young women achieve their full, uninhibited, sexual potential. It's more acceptable than ever for girls to dress trashy and be wilder. I look for a certain type of girl, young, slim and pretty are all non-negotiable. Usually they are still living at home and working in retail or as serv...
Chapter 7 The femme fatale club... Pete, now Mila, turned from the mirror, sashayed over to Tim in her short black sequence dress. Her hand glided to his crotch, gently squeezed that growing bulge. Tim looked down; saw the ruby red fingernails that matched the lips. He looked up just in time for her lips to meet his as she rolled those painted fingernails...
My wife Lisa is all that I could ever hope for and more. At 27 she is bright, full of energy and fun. I met Lisa three years ago. A friend of mine was doing some computer work for a real estate office and had become friendly with several of the agents ( Most of the agents where woman ). As it turned out every Friday night these agents would go out for drin...