As I was drying off from a nice, hot evening shower, I heard the familiar frosty sound of the icebox closing. Not a second later, the familiar "clank" of ice cubes landing in an old-fashioned glass brought a satisfied grin to my face. "Ahh, she's pouring me a strong, straight whiskey," I thought to myself. I'd know the prize awaiting those consecutive sounds...
It had been a long week. I had started work on Monday having to deal with crises that had started as soon as I left on Friday, and the fires had just gotten bigger as the week went on. I was really looking forward to getting home, having a few drinks, and just relaxing. All I needed to do first was stop and pick up some food from the grocery store. I had ju...
"Hi! I'm going to be in town for work this weekend. I was wondering if dinner would interest you? I know it's short notice." I stared at the computer screen. There it was, right next to the picture of his still handsome face. The face I had imprinted into my memory 8 long years before, kept along with the cadence of his voice, the pattern of his breathing,...
"So, whacha doin'?" cooed the voice in my ear. I knew that tone. Elizabeth became the next best thing to a siren when she wanted something, or had something special on her mind. Special, of course, meaning some new sex thing or another she'd gotten out of one of her women's magazines. Or else, it was something we done before that she'd found herself missing...
This is a FICTIONAL tail wherein, a seaborne creature mates with reluctant girls (18+) while their stepfather happily films the event. If that sort of thing isn't your ball game—ahem—then look away. Down to brass tacks, I welcome legitimate feedback. As this is my first work of word craft, you dear reader; are my test subject. Please be blatantly honest an...
I have a weakness for karaoke clubs. One night while singing away at my favourite club, I notice an entrancing redhead watching me. She was dressed in a silver satin top that showed off her very large chest. I am a breast man, so took immediate notice of the woman's 'rack'. By straining my eyes I could seek that she also wore a tightly fitting below the knee...
Waiting, thinking, should he? He knew he would. He was wearing only a pair of white high-leg cotton knickers, he wore them in bed last night, he always wore knickers, he hadn't worn men's underwear for years. He wandered into the kitchen to microwave his cool tea, more aware of the feeling of the rings through his nipples and the delightful sensation of the...
In the first chapter, Nancy found his ad in the Personals section of her campus newspaper. His requirement was very specific: "Serious older disciplinarian seeks college freshman for bladder control training and discipline. Must be Lolita type 18 or older. Should look 15 or 16 years old – a hint of 'baby fat' a plus..." If you don't remember Nancy, she had...
On the way home in her large Jaguar, my wife tried to suppress a snicker, which became a snigger, and finally a full-blown laugh. We were giving her sexy best friend, Paula Pain, a lift back to our place for drinks after my second humiliation session with Maitresse Yvette, and I was – naturally – in the back seat, my rightful place, I guess, now I was being...
I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, "Babe, have you seen my boxers?" Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I st...