So, I'm at this sleaze-fuck Days Inn off the interstate ― where an Ebony Goddess is spraying fountains of squirt on my turgid timber ― and I begin wonderin', "Whatever happened to Rick Moranis?" I mean Spaceballs; Ghostbusters; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! The guy was huge in the '80s! Now nothing?! My friend Larry ― who'd organized the event ― stood and began...
I was just sitting at my desk minding my own business. Literally. I own and run a bus company. I have a couple of dozen coaches. Most of them are on regular routes but I have a few that I lease out for excursions. The local college is quite a good customer. They do have their own school bus but sometimes they have teams going in different directions and th...
John swore to himself at the sound of his cell phone. "Hello." Ashley started to walk up behind him, her blouse still held together by a single button in the middle. It was just long enough to hide the thong she wore underneath. "Hi, John. It's Susan." "Hey. How's my favorite model doing?" John asked, his attitude instantly improving at the sound of Susa...
Have you ever seen a pair of lips so perfect... that your most innate and immediate thought... was how they would feel placing soft wet kisses between your thighs? No? I hadn't either. But for the last 45 minutes, all I have been able to think about is if having letters of the alphabet being traced around your clit feels as good as it sounds. When I had s...
When I awoke the next morning, I was once again facing toward her. The sun was up and sunlight coming through the sheer curtains gave the room a pale cream tint. Astrid was facing me and once again I marveled at her beauty. My thoughts went back to the previous night and the breakthrough I thought we achieved. I had challenged her about her ongoing conflic...
Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my tr...
She'd been a nightmare to track down. It wasn't that she was tricky, it's that she moved so fast, seeming to part the very world around her, leaving in her wake an endless supply of drained balls and dried pussies. Each witness Control found for me could only lead to another three whom my new target had banged into the ground. It was not so much a matter o...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. This is part 1 of 3. ***** Roman architect Vitruvius once classified columns, or Orders, into three categories. The Doric order, thick and unadorned, represented manly beauty. The Ionic was more decorative, with curled volutes at the top, and represented womanly beauty. The last,...
Edgar was old. He accepted that. He was in a 'retirement' home. "Screw that" he thought, "it's a damn nursing home." Edgar's wife of 54 years, Alison had passed about 4 years prior. His sons and daughter had tried to take care of Edgar, or Eddy but found it too hard. "Hard my ass," Eddy would say, "It's not like I need CARE or anything." Eddy would occasion...
"What do you think they're going to do?" I said. "You sound a bit nervous." I looked at my husband, driving us toward a northern suburb of the city. "I am," I said. "Do you want to back out of this?" "No," I said. "But I'm starting to think that I'm going to be very embarrassed." "Well, isn't that part of the game? Isn't that part of the fantasy we've t...