She was sitting in the crowded cafe, which was crammed with laughing and chatting people while soft jazz music played overhead. Sadie was slowly drinking a cup of coffee and she occasionally checked her expensive new watch. He was 10 minutes late. She wrinkled her nose and ran her slim fingers through her sun streaked long blonde hair and sighed. She knew th...
David was the founder of the "Christian Sex Club". He had found 12 "disciples" to join him. It started last year after a period of serious reflection about the unfairness of life, how some disadvantaged folk seemed never to enjoy the basic joys that most of us take for granted. David was an extremely handsome young man; he resembled Michelangelo's David in...
"Shhh...." she put her finger to his lips. "Don't ruin this with questions. Don't even bother. You don't need to know my name, I don't need to know yours. All I need is your hard cock in my tight, wet pussy. Now." She replaced her finger with her lips and stole whatever he was about to say right out of his mouth with her tongue. As she subdued him with kisse...
He waited. In his mind, he went over every detail. The hotel wasn't the best, but the room had everything he needed. Which, he thought wryly, pretty much meant a bed. What else? Music? Booze? Tequila...not exactly high-class, but a nice social lubrication nonetheless. He paced. Looked. Watched. Finally, a car. Her? He jumped up, in more ways than one....
The sun shone in through the gap in the curtain, casting a ray of sunshine upon the mantlepiece Fran was busy dusting. It was 9.30 in the morning. The kids were off to school and Ian was due home from work. She smiled at the thought. They had hours to play before the children were due home and Fran was in a really playful mood. She moved along the mantle an...
I hate these conferences. Why should I have to put myself through this over my weekend? I take a specialized history class for Juniors that requires us to go to these conferences. We get assigned a country, a committee, and two or three topics to study. Then we have to write a paper about our country's policy and attend a three day conference to defend our...
He taught Italian. That was all I knew about him. He sat in the Cathedral, coffee in hand, staring at me. Every morning, Monday through Friday, I'd see him there. I'd be studying, trying to milk the most from the precious time between my morning graduate class and the afternoon class I taught. I loved being there, the morning light filtering through the st...
She awoke the next morning feeling a tingling all over her body. Her mind was awash in the possibilities of a new lifestyle. She had learned early on that she could get her way by using her looks, her personality and her body. Her slim and trim physique accentuated by leaving a few buttons undone or stretching in the right way could turn almost any man's ey...
Chapter 10 -- Susie Goes To The Mall Getting together again proved harder than they thought. While Susie was 18 years old, she found that it wasn't easy to slip out of the house and go next door to see Jim. It probably would have been easier if he lived farther away. But they still met almost every night at their windows, sometimes masturbating together, s...
"I've gotta go," he whispers and quickly hangs up the phone. Another evening disrupted by his wife presumably arriving home early from work. I shrug it off. What's a girl to do? They say we can't choose the ones we love, I suppose that's true to some extent. Besides, my master chose me. It would be a great story to tell our kids, if we had them. Anyway, a g...