This is an erotic episode from a much longer story that I am working on. It stands alone, so I am posting it here for your pleasure - I hope. *** I was working as an estate agent then. It was my friend's business. I hadn't been able to get a job since university and as my friend Alan said, I was a good chatup merchant so selling houses should be a doddle....
Naani was there the next day. There was a radiant look on her face. She did not look at me directly as Granny was around supervising her work. She pretended that she did not see me at all. I was very upset. But then it was better to be discreet about it as word travels very fast in villages. Nothing happened that day. It was disappointing. One of my relative...
The young girl poked the old man and said, "Scoot over." "Sure." He moved over in the booth and she slid in beside him. The old man looked puzzled when he said, "Who are you?' "I'm Jo, your waitress and I need your order. You've seen me in here lots of times before, you old coot." He eyed this hard bodied, beautiful young girl when he said, "Yeah, I think...
I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt s...
I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for...
Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up. M...
The following story deals with slavery in the Americas. To make it as truthful and authentic as possible I have had to use some harsh and offensive language at times and for that, I apologise. ***** Phoebe Gordon was a slave. It was a sad and sorry truth for any human to have to bear but it was nonetheless true. In their hearts, every black slave in the A...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...
(NOTE: This is another in an ongoing series of stories involving horny older women playing devious sexual games with younger men and/or women. These won't be connected, though some may be, and are meant to stand-alone individual stories in a themed series. This is a shorter one, quick and to the sexy point. Thanks and enjoy.) Tommy was bored out of his m...
I was in a crap mood when I dropped onto the busted up bench at the bus stop. I was going to be without a car for about a week and had no other alternative than taking the city bus to and from work. Night shift security was what I was doing at the time and I was heading home while everybody else on the bus was starting their day. My polyester uniform was stu...