I'll start with the requisite description of my wife who is half french and half Vietnamese. She is five foot ten inches tall in thigh high stockings; still weighs around one-twenty-five; and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she wears a bra. Her hair is nearly waist long and naturally jet black. However, she's changed colors so many tim...
( Welcome to the third installment of Between Friends. It would be best if those who are new to this series read chapters 1 & 2 first before reading this. That way you would get to know the characters a little better. As I have said before these stories do tend to jump around and are not always erotic in nature. Enjoy!) "Balls! Their ain't nothing to fuckin...
"Hey, the game just started let's go watch it on the big screen," said Domenic to his friend Anthony. "Nah," said Anthony. "Nah, what do you mean, nah?" Dom looked at Tony. "The Sox are playing the Yankees." He looked at his friend again, "Schilling is pitchin'." "You go ahead and watch it. I'll listen to it on the radio in the kitchen." "Radio? What are...
"And the Devil whispered 'Knight to Queen's bishop four.' That's when I knew we were all pawns." -A laughing man in a truck-stop, over coffee and a game Drizzle blew lightly against the door. In The Undergrounds, a smoky little coffee shop I'd been visiting for a few weeks, now, the air was thick with smoke, like every busy night around here. All the regula...
To Readers-this was my first submission. Please comment below and I will try to improve! * I parked my compact rental in the apartment complex, away from other cars under the canopy of a large Oak. It was nearing 7:30 in the evening but Florida Septembers are still brutally warm until the sun is long gone. I had a rental because my car had been stolen a...
"Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection." − Walter "Red" Smith Chapter 9 Getting to the Big Leagues The large colored man whose body Bill now occupied sat down next to me. His breath reeked of both tobacco and whiskey, and I turned my face slightly to avoid his fetid bad breath. "Like I said, we...
Continued from "Hockey Night" Laying, stretched out on the ground, I try to catch my breath from that last orgasm. You are sitting next to me, frowning at me. I wasn't supposed to cum. I was being punished for tying you up. I wasn't allowed to watch my hockey game, I was supposed to pleasure you, not myself. In the background, I hear the sounds of th...
Four stories precede this one, in temporal order: Christine. A tale of lust. Angela. Teased and pleased. Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge. The dinner. Christine is bound for pleasure. For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we s...
My wife Jill and I moved from North Carolina to New York City after I got a promotion with the investment group I worked with. We hated to leave our home state but it was a good opportunity and since we were in our late 20's and didn't want to start a family for a few more years we thought it would be fun to live in the city for a couple years and hopefully...
So our final football game of the season is tomorrow and it's a game we have to win to advance to the play-offs. My name is Karen and I'm the head cheerleader for our football team, even though I can't play on the field to help win the game we'll see what I can do off the field to help our cause. I have this great idea to help our chances to win, I just need...