My girlfriend and I live in an apartment in small town in Texas. She a good looking 31 year old babe with a great body and sex drive to match. My girlfriend, Suzy is full figured but not fat, just a big girl and I love every inch of her. Me, I'm 6', 185, starting to put on a little of that middle aged spread oh and I have a smallish cock. The only problem w...
Having read all the comments on the first 3 chapters, I figured I should utilize the positive feedbacks into this chapter. As for the crude and non-constructive commentators (all anonymous, imagine that!) they get no consideration. First of all, to the reviewer who was concerned that our children were in the house, unlike Europe, the house was more than 18...
I learned my lesson the hard way on what not to wear in the streets of NYC. Fresh from LA, the car capital of the US, I wore a skimpy sundress, which proceeded to blow up from the wind that whipped across the avenues. I got so many catcalls and men talking bullshit to me, that I had to take a cab and swore to be more inconspicuous next time. The dress… the d...
Kurt had even organised the return flight so that we could spend more time at the lodge on Wednesday morning. The helicopter would drop the rest of us off at Maple Lake beside our property, well before 1pm. The crew were taking Ken back to the airport with them, to drop the convertible back to Lakeside or Rome. Now I understood why Kurt had been talking to K...
The warm air of Texas is a relief after the cold northern breezes in the early part of the trip. The Harley has been running smooth for almost 2000 miles. I had to keep removing articles of clothing as I progressed south. Now I was left wearing my blue jeans and a white T-shirt, leather boots on my feet and a small black helmet covering my head. The rest of...
After Backus was killed, they sent me back into Boston a few more times, but the last trip before the British up and left is the one I remember best. For all I know, it may be a turning point in the Revolution, but that is another story entirely. It was late February or early March, in the midst of a thaw, and I had by then made some useful contacts of my ow...
Tony wandered aimlessly. The night had covered the sandy beach, and the light from the full moon allowed him to see far enough behind to see footprints disappear into thin air. The crash of the surf against the rocks soothed his bones, and the soft gentle tug of the water against his bare feet lifted his heart. This was by far the most relaxing moment he had...
My name is Jack. I'm a gigolo. Chase away everything that crossed your mind the moment you read that. Forget Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Nice clothes and car, and who wouldn't have wanted to bang Lauren Hutton in her prime, but that's not me. I also don't look like Fabio, the chiseled stallion on the cover of romance novels. In fact, I probably don'...
Just a quickie for the LW crowd. I usually write at the other end of the spectrum in that category, so I thought I'd put something together for those who want to see the cheating bitch get her just desserts. If you're expecting hot, nasty sex then I suggest you don't bother reading this submission. There's some stuff in it, but it's mainly to describe the s...
Ruby looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a thrill whizz through her. She had managed yet again to bag a new date, her third that week and it was only Thursday. Looking at her reflection she marvelled at how plump and luscious her lips were and how the red lipstick boosted them. Frequently she was asked if she had actually had her lips enhanced...