When I was eighteen I was shy and quiet. I worked as a waiter and daytime assistant to Maitre' D in a large, fancy restaurant . The Maitre' D was a woman of about forty, short, plump, blonde and mean; she was used to getting her own way. Her name was Marie. Her face was a bit puffy but not un-attractive. She usually wore pale or pastel trouser suits with fit...
Teri lay in her bed this Monday morning and thought about the weekend. It had been the first time she had been sexual with a person other than her husband and with his permission, in fact with his encouragement. She dreamed about how she had sucked Daniel's cock six times while he was there, and how he had fucked her while her husband watched and later joine...
My pen name should be a tip-off, but don't expect completely plausible circumstances in my stories. If you can let go of your inhibitions and nagging sense of 'could that really happen', then you might just like my stories. They're all about heat, pure and simple. Please do vote/comment when you finish. That's what makes all the typing worthwhile. **** He...
I stepped back from the bar and reached above my head to place a glass back on the hook. The last of the bar glasses were hung to dry and I glanced at the clock. It was going on 3am and I was dog tired. This is what I get for working as a bar tender. Well, I was more than a bar tender; more like the man in charge, (although not the owner) but I loved what I...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California The door slammed shut to the gold van, just before the engine fired up with the key slid into the ignition. Today was Thursday, another day for David to hit the streets in his Silver Scre...
I had been doing some overtime one Sunday morning, I had a lot of typing to get done for the big meeting the following week so it seemed a good time to get it done without all the interruptions I would get. I looked at my watch the time had shot round and so decided that I had done enough that day set off on my journey home. I sat on the train reading my bo...
Like they say there is a first time for everything. And most first times are really memorable experiences for someone, even if you can't remember yourself. There is the first time you crawl, the first step you take, the first tooth you get, the first tooth you lose, the first words to ever come out of your mouth, these are ones that are held more dear to a p...
It had been an awesome day. I won two free tickets to Sunday Night Heat, the WWF event, slipped on some ice at the entrance of the arena, got free backstage passes, and after ditching my friend I got laid, and by LITA! This is how it happened. (I'll spare you the time, and not tell you how I won the tickets, and there isn't much to say that I slipped on ice...
Oh how I would love to dress in a thin, silky blouse tucked into a short, leather skirt with a garter belt and stockings, but no panties and no bra ... I would pick a dark alley to walk down, one I knew that you would be waiting in, you and ten of your friends... You would grab me, pull me into an abandoned warehouse where you would have tarps laid out. I w...
She put her hand up to his face and ran her fingers down his cheek, over his lips, and across his scruffy chin. He leaned down to kiss her and she tilted her hips a little, letting him thrust deeper. This was the home stretch in the familiar routine; a little Netflix, a little wine, and a back massage to kick it off. Sometimes he'd go down on her, sometimes...