Writing a story that fell into the 'exhibitionist and voyeur' category went over so well here (and turned me on so much as well) that I can't help but try another, despite not having finished that other story yet. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did when it came to me. ~A (Feedback please!) ***** James picked up the phone with his usual 'Hullo?' that ma...
The southern breeze blew a salt-caked wisp of her brown wavy hair against her mouth. The tip of her tongue slipped out and deftly hooked the end of it trapping it between her slightly sunburnt, tingling lips. She sucked on the salt, twirling the hair around and around her tongue, then chewing on it slightly as her eyes continued to race over the lines of he...
==Hey pervert, got you're number from Emily, hope you don't mind== Joey looked at the message rubbing his neck before tossing his phone back on the desk and returning his attention to the game. For the first time in a while, he had the house to himself, Emily had gone to some event out of town, and his parents were off on another retreat somewhere. At least...
Dr. Callahan could not stop thinking about her. No matter where he was in the clinic, or what kind of a case he was monitoring, she seemed to be in his field of view. He saw the curve of her hip where it folded so sweetly into her belt, the inviting roundness of her as she leaned over a patient, tools held firmly in her beautifully manicured hands. Every tim...
With one last thrust I pushed down onto Vicky as she lifted her hips accepting my sperm into her vagina. Moaning with pleasure I looked into Vicky's eyes and saw she wanted more so I pushed back against her pubic mound. Feeling the heat from our sex it only took a few movements before Vicky started to respond, gradually her forcefulness increased and the mus...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 It was almost five in the morning. Albert stirred. A shaft of sunlight pierced the curtain and consciousness crept into his brain once again. He dismissed it, searching for the nothingness of sleep. There was a hissing monotone sound in the background that made the search easier. He found what he was looking for, at least for a few mi...
An unholy light casting itself freely about in a maniacal fashion illuminates an unknown world behind the enveloping, shadowy trees which surround me. A pale blue glow envelops the land, yet the ditch I reside in, moves into the distance as a shallow, receding, complete darkness. Walking along, many things, past memories haunt my mind, leaving trails of resi...
This one, happily is a true story. "Oh, sure," you reply, but it is. It really is. Just ask me. Enjoy. He met Peggy for lunch and afterwards he took her back to her place where they had some wine and she began to get tipsy. He had noticed, when they met at Cantors, that her breasts were bigger and firmer than he remembered and wondered if she had gotten a b...
Not family, not babies, not respectability, then what? There was mystery about the bungalow. It was large, almost palace size, but in disrepair. I lived in the room above the unusable garage in one corner of the compound well away from the main building. For two weeks I did not see a single resident of the bungalow. It certainly was tenanted for cars, about...
This is a lightly fictionalized account of a real encounter. Tracey, you were one heck of a girl... * Tracey was a very naughty girl. We'd met at work. It started out with flirting in the coffee room, and that led to flirting over email. Tracey was a little shy at first - at 28, she was a little younger than me - but our exchanges slowly got hotter and hot...