It's taken me some time, but finally, here is the third instalment in 'The Importance of Good Neighbours' series. You may like to read parts one and two before you read this. *** We had a beautiful summer. My neighbour Zack and I met regularly. Sometimes we just sat together chatting at the porch, but often that would end in some good old fashioned sex. I...
The car was hot with energetic bodies, the young stud's mouth devouring Miss Crome's ruby red lips. His hands caressed her half dressed body, loose teachers blouse, grey short skirt and high black heels. Her sculpted hair, cut into a 30's bob was as black and shinny as her stilettos. Her sucked in cheek, fashion model face stared lustfully into the jocks exc...
Tyrese Rutherford was bored out of his mind as he, his mother, and a small tourist group of pear-shaped corny yokels were lead through an Amish community in upstate New York. Tyrese was a city-boy, through-and-through, born and raised in the concrete jungle of Queens. He was not accustomed to being around trees, open spaces, farmland, and mud, which he caref...
For my wife's thirty-eighth birthday we planned a three-day weekend retreat to the Florida Gulf Coast. We both enjoyed the beach and the break from some pretty stressful jobs. Friday we had a delightful afternoon on the beach followed by dinner. As we visited over an early dinner, Pam mentioned to me that the steady stream of men on the beach that afternoon...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothi...
Mitzi had adjusted well to her new life with Joe Boxter. He was a noted psychiatrist and somewhat of a celebrity but they both had issues that they helped each other with. She had been a crack whore and he had a more painful, dark and destructive addiction. She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing that she had come through all that she had. Her h...
We went to Phoenix, one of the posh uptown Malls I thought for a minute that I might have problems getting in, because of the way I was dressed, but I figured with Madhavi on my arm no one would throw me out. The doorman, as it turned out, didn't object to us. He took one look at Madhavi and waved us both in. She winked at him as we went by. The dance floor...
"Pumpkin" And so, the afternoon went briskly to evening and Theresa packed her light clothes into her favorite gym bag. She prepared for the camp weekend with Dustin. It was something she looked forward to over the past week. Still, despite her excitement on the trip, she had some second thoughts. Her glimmer in her henna eyes suddenly dimmed. "Oh, what am...
Chapter 10: My turn with Tracy My housemate Brian and I were chatting the next evening after his little liaison with the big girl Tracy. Tracy was a natural blonde girl, almost six foot tall and built like a brick shithouse. She was easily 200 pounds, but very proportionally shaped. She had great legs, pouty lips that Angelina Jolie would probably trade up...
Half an hour later, they had met Melissa in front of the airport. She was as good-looking as he remembered, her long blonde hair picking up the stiff breeze nicely. She was clutching a little golfer's cap to her head, one of her weird styles, and had on a thin fall jacket with a long black skirt. Her round button-nosed face wasn't on its happiest day, he cou...