They call it Picnic Rock, so named because generations ago, it was the hot spot to cool down for city dwellers that came to the beach where the rock was in the tiny village on the coast for its beautiful scenery and cooling waters and breeze. It retained the name and though not as popular as it once was for actual picnics, it was a magnificent outcropping...
Part 8 - Eulogy This is a sequential story you will need to read the previous Parts before this Part will make sense. I broke this story up into Parts to accommodate L's request to make into parts. This is my very first story I've ever written. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the...
I was on the train from the city back home, having taken the trip for the weekend to see my daughter and her family, always an enjoyable experience. I was tired, though; grandchildren keep you pretty busy, and I'd been on my feet, playing with them or walking through town, and as a result, my feet were pretty sore. It was a three-hour train ride, with sever...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. This is just a flash story; not to be taken too seriously. ***** Murphy Margot walked from Northside High School toward the rental home he and his mother and step-father were living in. The late spring air was thick with pollen and he was miserable. Yes,...
"Simone says 'Lick my shoes'!" Instantly, the naked young college athlete kneels at my feet as I sit on my couch, my legs crossed, my black high-heeled shoe dangling off one foot as I jiggle it impatiently. Ryan, the handsome buck, nervously holds steady my foot and lavishes the shiny black leather with trembling tongue, running it up and down the shoe and...
Irene O'Reilly was working up a good sweat on her daily five-mile run through town. The 61-year-old white-haired beauty loved her runs, particularly on Saturday when she could take her time and not worry about rushing to work as a school principal. She was tall, five-eight, willowy at an athletic 130 pounds, all arms and legs pumping swiftly as she ran the...
This Joanie story is about Joanie's Spring Break her senior year in college. Remarkable, a few of her more wild sexual fantasies from high school actually come true, no matter how wild they are. *********** My senior year in college I was single. I had broken up with my true love Mike and with his misogynist cousin, Philip the banker, who had been using my...
Without any further ceremony the assertive black woman hoisted her skirt high, seating her ass down on the edge of the pool stairs, careful not to get any of her hotel uniform in the water below. She then lay back on the concrete decking, parting her thighs as she worked the front of her blouse open. I didn't need any coaching as to what to do next. I'm a...
"C'mon honey, please, please, just do it!" "I...I can't, baby...I just can't!" "But you promised! You said you wanted to, please do it!" "That was before, I..I always want to before but after I...I just can't..." I looked down between my spread thighs, feeling foolish. I was begging my husband to eat my pussy after he'd just fucked me, something we'd bot...
Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series. To this day, I'm not sure what woke me. My alarm went off, that is for sure. It was the moan from the distant side of the room that startled me. Who was that? Did I have drunken sex with some random girl and forget about it? Once again, my conversation on the bench was the first re...