Working late one night, he noticed the secretary Tina was still there. Chatting with her at her desk, she was her usual shy self until she joked about the size of his feet. He joked back saying the measurements were very accurate. She was licking her lips and looked ready to return to her work when he said "Could you come with me for a moment Tina?" She lo...
Chapter Two -- Tranny 101 Michelle Clooney sat in a booth in a rundown coffee shop near Times Square. The grimy window provided views of go-go bars, sex shops, peep shows and adult theatres, the iconic square had not improved any since it's setting for Midnight Cowboy a few years earlier. Michelle was dressed in red spandex hotpants, a long sleeved purple...
'Hey Kitty-Kat,' Gerard greeted as a lazy, sexy smile spread across his boyish face. 'Help me knick this magazine rack.' He continued grabbing my waist and dragging me over to a large rack in Wal-Mart. 'Are you wasted again?' I asked cautiously. 'Nope. You?' 'Okay so why do you need to knick a magazine rack?' I asked as he started removing magazines and p...
Thanks to jo for editing. ******** In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.- Janos Arnay Frankie's walk to the subway each morning was a routine that she usually did half aware. She rarely looked up at other commuters and rarely noticed the neighborhood that she walked through. The six block walk from her third floor apartment to the subway st...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay dried her hair after she was finished with her shower. Surprisingly, she found that even though she'd just given herself an orgasm, she still felt a little unsettled. Even worse, she couldn't keep from thinking about her friend's son and the rush of sexual excitement she felt when she touched the youn...
A work of fiction *** This is a work of fiction and therefore any similarities to persons real or fictional who dumped a Lockheed Model 10 paid for by Purdue University into the Pacific Ocean on a warm July day over eighty years ago is purely coincidental. Besides, the end of this story is much nicer than what likely happened. *** In the story Millie is...
(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * The opening notes of Beethoven's fifth symphony came from the shoulder bag on the floor of the BMW beneath Natasha's legs. "Will you get it for me please, Frankie?" She asked Francine, sitting in the front passenger seat next to her. Francine fumbled in the bag fo...
I can't exactly say when I became a cum-slut. Maybe it was a gradual process during my evolution from being a sexually curious young woman looking to gain experience up through being a happily married woman with a loving, albeit perverted, husband. Or then again, maybe deep down inside I've always been a debauched, cum crazy vixen who can't get enough of the...
(Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoy my hastily thought up, hastily written, holiday-themed smut!) *** Four weeks of feigning joy is hard for a disillusioned man rapidly approaching his forties. Thankfully the fake beard strapped to my face meant I didn't have to smile too much, but I still had to pretend to be happy for the apparently endless amount...
Frankie stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off. She didn't bother to blow dry her long dark hair because the humidity in the air would just curl it up anyways. She put some basic make up on her face and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Glancing in the bathroom mirror quickly, she was happy with the results. The tank top and shorts highlig...