I'm home alone after a long day. The wind is cold and the house is empty and dark... but I'm too exhausted to be depressed. Boots kick down the hallway, jacket in a heap by the door. All I want is a hot shower and no demands. Stumbling down the stairs, I peel off layers as I go... when at the bottom of the steps I stop cold. There, at the foot of the stair...
I can remember it like was yesterday: Lorie and I strolled nonchalantly through the hotel lobby enjoying the attention we got in our formal wear. We passed the piano bar arm-in-arm, her hip brushing against mine with every step. I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror over the bar. She was still flushed from her fast orgasm upstairs, but it was cl...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14p: Back to Egypt Part 16 A Paul and Jenny story. Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. No resemblance to anybody alive or dead is intended. * * * * * Jenny. I turned over in bed with difficulty. Either Paul had grown an extra set of arms and legs during the night or we were...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14c: Back to Egypt Part 03 Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Part 3. Chapter 8. (Linda). Cairo. December 1971. My head was splitting when I next opened my eyes. I closed them again and took two deep breaths. I could still smell and taste the chloroform they'd us...
Andrew was one of her friends who was a little out of the ordinary. Melanie had started seeing him while she was in the sixth form before going on to university. Although he hadn't shown too much interest in any sexual activity, he was really nice and she liked him a lot. They went to the cinema a couple of times and often had coffee together in the local tr...
Though Lisa was in pretty good shape -- especially for a suburban mom in her forties -- she joined a health club near her home a few months after she and Larry had moved downstate with their ten year-old son, Carter. They'd moved so Larry could accept a promotion, and it had taken Lisa a few months to find a new job in her own field: even though she'd thrown...
My name is Jacey Turner and Tracy is my daughter, the result of a very unhappy marriage with a dick-head I'd rather not talk about thank you. But Tracy has been the perfect daughter and we have been that close - but now I have to face up to change because it is likely that, with Tracy having at last found herself a boy friend called Jack, I could soon be lo...
As you had asked during our previous messenger conversation the night before, I gathered the items I would need for our imminent chat. The webcam was connected, the baby oil warmed & the tissues at the ready. The front of my towelling robe was just about concealing my already semi hard erection, as the thought of what was to come played through my mind. We...
I heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it Jon. It's probably Betty." I finished grabbing a beer from the fridge and as I walked into the living room could hear the two of them talking. "Let's get your things up to your room, and we can talk more." "Hi Jon," Betty gave me a quick hug, "thank you for letting me stay." "No problem, you know you are welcome he...
It was just last summer, when we all went on a "hut trip." That's a weekend in the mountains where you pack in in a group, and you all stay together in something they call a "hut," laughable because it's actually an enormous spectacular log cabin, situated on remote, high mountainsides. Without running water or electricity, these are primitive, but hardly ro...