Every time I looked up, I could swear she was just looking away. The movement of her hair...the coy smile...she was certainly intriguing. And cute. Sexy cute. And I was going to be stuck sitting next to her in a courtroom for the next five weeks...or longer. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today," the judge intoned. "This case will most like...
It had been a long day of work and I was out of town once again. It had seemed that I had been away forever. I arrived at the hotel, got to my room and immediately went to the refrigerator to make myself a cocktail. I had been out of town a lot recently and hadn't had much time with Vivian. I saw her last night for the first time in two weeks but had to go b...
A continuation of "Foot Slave" by jaffamate (Jaffamate has allowed me to continue this tale, and I am thankful for that.) (I recommend reading the original story first, as this one picks up immediately following it.) * The next morning I awoke as Paul rolled over to me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I returned the kiss, prolongi...
The Chrysler 300 crunched up the gravel driveway and stopped out the front of an opulent Massachusetts home. Nick Franklin had visited here a number of times before, but had still never gotten used to Ted's wealth. Or rather, his parents' wealth. Yes, being the son of a senator; no less than Edward 'Teddy' Covington II, sure had its perks. Nick pulled on th...
Steve rolled himself to the sickbay under his own power but was quickly overtaken by nurses and doctors asking this and that as they pushed him to a room. He let the sound of their fussing wash over him. He answered what he could like no, he never lost consciousness, yes, he was still bleeding in some places, no, his bones hadn't healed yet, no, no one else...
"Man, it's a hot one today." I commented to Chris as we came into the house. We had just gotten back from the outdoor shooting range and I had asked Chris if he had wanted to stop back at the house for a few beers. Chris was an old friend of ours and he had readily accepted my invitation. "You're not kidding." Chris said. "I thought I was going to die of...
Both characters appearing in this work of erotic fiction are over 18 years of age. In my imagining, as I type this story out, both are actually between 25 and 30 and are purely fictional. ***** Leg up and foot pointed. The bundled sheer fabric is pulled taut against those cute toes and the hose is slowly pulled up and over her foot. The silken black stock...
Ashley worked in a bar on the high street. I guess you could have called the place a shithole, but there was something endearing about the place. Maybe it was because the drinks were so cheap, or maybe it was because Ashley and her friends were there to serve you almost every night. It certainly wasn't because of the decor or the clientele, who consisted mai...
For the lovers of music, and the music of lovers. ****************** Her hands ached. She had been at it for three hours at least, practicing scales, arpeggios, and passage work on her viola, her nimble fingers now worn and protesting. She glanced at her watch – 11:45 p.m. – and verified her three-hour estimate. She knew it was late, and that she should ha...
The storm continued to worsen. Mike held Sydney close as she sobbed softly into his arms. The couple braced as another massive wave pummeled the deck of the small frigate. What was supposed to be a calm trip from New York harbor to Bermuda had taken a turn. The ship creaked and groaned in the surging seas. All on board knew that this was as treacherous a st...