I decided to just call it a night early and was in my room reading when I heard the knock. Only one person knocked like that: my boss. "Bonjour Didier. Ca Va? Is anything wrong?" I asked. Didier was an athletic 50ish Frenchman who was in charge of several properties. He was smart, efficient, had a low tolerance for bullshit and let me do whatever the fuck...
I knew what to expect when I arrived at the hotel. It was what I had fantasized about for years, and now here I was, ready to step over that threshold and nervous as hell. My girlfriend and I had talked about it, innocently enough at first, passion talk in the heat of orgasm. But now, this was about to be different, very different. It all started one weeke...
Claire opened her mouth, a thousand questions in her mind and on her tongue. But it was not to be. His mouth covered hers. His tongue plunged deeply inside her mouth once more. It challenged her own, fencing. His expertise at this game of sword play belied His words. It brought to life needs that she had tried to deny, to bury with him. But James was ignit...
It was the third year of our relationship, and as all things do after a while, our sex-life had faded. From a red hot to a pale pink to a rather gray matter. Not that I didn’t like sex anymore. Hell, I loved sex, and so did my fiancée, but most of the time, it just wasn’t the right time. We both had quite exhausting jobs, both at the same company, but differ...
I'd never had a real experience before. Years of wearing panties and fantasizing, but nothing legitimate. I imagine it's the same story as many other panty lovers: started when I was about 13 by stealing some of my mom's things. Bras at first, then panties. Soon I began looking forward to being home alone so I could slide on silky under things. When I got th...
We hadn't any more than gotten started when Betty reached over and ran her hand up under the, 'skirt' I was wearing. I flinched when her fingers closed around my deflated cock. "What's the matter? I thought you would like this." "I do, but you caught me by surprise. Now, suppose you tell me what tonight's actions were all about? Was this some kind of initi...
Tim Sweeney fell back on the pillow, sated and still partially hard. His wife of six years, Becky, had just finished giving him one of her amazing tit-fucks as an anniversary present. She was wiping the gobbets of come from her chin and from between her H-cups and licking it off her fingers greedily, when she suddenly looked at him strangely. "What's the ma...
Hello, and welcome to the fifth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
Bob, yea, cowboy Bob, knew there was nothin' better'n a beer and a nice piece of ass - or being up a cowgirl's ass to be more accurate - and Susan was his favorite piece. Fortunately for Bob, Susan not only liked Bob, but liked it in the ass too. She was a rare girl and Bob knew it. Susan had been born and raised a rancher's daughter, but there were two thi...
"All right, Heather. The tape recorder is on. Start whenever you like." "Okay. Are you sure this is necessary, Doctor?" Other than the pleated tartan skirt bunched up around her waist, pearls, jewelry, and the red stockings and high heels, Heather lay nude on the exam table with Dr. Steele at one side and his nurse at on the other. "Think back on our disc...