It was a glorious summer day with hardly a breeze and the temperature in the low 70's. After the three weeks we had just experienced with temperatures in the mid nineties and the humidity close to 100%, this was like paradise. I went online while you were out doing some shopping and checked out bed and breakfast inns along the coast; I was looking for the m...
"Listen up, you country bumpkin, we are going to confiscate your weapons and secure the area, we've got our orders, now, do as you're told or else," Sergeant Cameron Steller said brusquely to the six-foot-tall, plump, short-haired African-American woman who stood before him. The gal looked like she had someday to say, and there was nothing the Sarge would en...
I saw her auburn hair gloriously streaming down her back at the funeral. One of my wife Sue's co-workers had died from cancer. Sue had dragged me to the funeral so she could socialize. She held my arm with two small sweaty hands and sniffed appropriately as we wound our way through the crowd to find seats. I looked over the crowd and decided I didn't want a...
Lying on her back she is still almost modest about her nudity, so it starts with a massage innocently enough on the shoulders. Warm hands kneading skin, I can feel the moment she relaxes a little, falling into the feel of my touch. Running the ball of my hand down her spine brings a groan and I slowly move down her back, adding lotion to take the friction aw...
Her faceless lover's cock was enormous; she could hardly get her fingers around its girth as she laid there, him straddling her belly as she pulled him. The one eye of his stretched purple swollen head stared at her as she pulled his eight inch plus shaft. She wanted him but was apprehensive at the same time. How could that massive cock fit into her tiny pus...
In '95 Ron was working in the Dallas area, flying home on weekends. This one particular weekend, instead of returning home, I flew down to be with him. It was the weekend of the Bedford Blues Festival and we planned to go listen to some tunes. The weather was warm and I was wearing a short denim skirt (with panties!), sheer, low-cut blouse, no bra and sanda...
Background This is a work of FICTION – nothing more than an expression of mutual physical attraction (LUST) between two friends! So the chatting and flirting went on and on, getting ever closer to outright "sexting" or "cybersex", but not going the entire way. That was until Jill texted Jack about seeing a man who looked like him holding a melon and brin...
"Spread your legs." I said, and her eyes widened with surprise. We'd been sitting on the edge of her bed, talking, she'd had a little color from laughing at my stories, but now she was flushing. For a moment, she couldn't make up her mind whether to obey or to refuse, and she just looked at me, hesitant and vulnerable. Part of me wanted to pull her roughly...
Mr. Walsh buzzed Tamara into the office. She came in holding a notepad and a pen. She stopped, closed the door behind her, then walked cat-like and slow to the seat on the other side of Mr. Walsh's desk. He didn't hide his appraisal of her while she sat down. Mr. Walsh heard Tamara's stockings rub together when she crossed her legs. He was pleased by the way...
The thing I remember most about Paris is the dog shit! Oh, the Louvre was breathtaking, the Eiffel tower awesome, and Notre Dame had the peace and reverence that only a thousand years of sanctity can create. But, the dog shit was everywhere. Paris and L.A. have the most dogs per capita of any major Western city, But in L.A., my home town, they clean up - the...