"How many minutes do you want to start with?" the enticing mid twenty something who was the tanning salon receptionist asked me as I was at my first day of tanning from a long northwest winter. Her tan tits that showed no tan lines as they pressed against her low white top showing very nice cleavage. "I think I'll start off with 8 minutes since it's been a...
Ariana awoke with a smile on her face. Today was the day she started her new classes. She and Becky had fooled around again the previous night, but Becky had returned to her own room to sleep. Ariana hopped out of bed, grabbed her things and headed for the shower. As she passed Becky's room, she gave a little tap on the door. The bathroom's at the school w...
She was standing by the bar. Elbows rested on the wooden bar-top, she gazed at the inverted bottles hanging across from her, with the tacky strip-lighting illuminating her shoulder length dark brown hair (which I had the overpowering urge to run my fingers through) and the ceiling fan making her hair wisp up at the ends like it was coursing with a quiet ele...
Jillybean had always been my favorite in the neighborhood. She was part of the second wave of kids on our block: primarily girls about five years younger than the first wave and she stood out amongst them. Mischief always seemed to accompany her. The flash of an unruly mop of red hair and a perpetually skinned knee announced her arrival. Anytime there were...
This will be considered tame by some standards. This is group sex but it involves two married committed couples. No one gets hurt abused or humiliated. No wild statements about perfect bodies and huge 15 inch cocks. Real middle age women with real middle aged men. I really appreciate comments, so please leave one. Again, I tried a different style. More like...
/This is the sequel to "A Slut is Born," which can be found under the list of works on my author page. I encourage feedback and voting, as this is an ongoing story./ I woke up in a dog carrier, one of the big ones, in a garage. I couldn't see anything out of the holes except a Cadillac close by and a row of carefully arranged bins. It was probably the clean...
This week was so crazy stressful I've done nothing but work, mainline coffee, and have my thoughts invaded by a recurring fantasy about giving you a full body massage. I guess my brain keeps trying to hijack me to my happy place. I'd light some candles and lay some fluffy bath sheets on the bed, help you undress...once you're naked you lie face down on the...
I'm motionless underneath, as the out-of-shape body lies heavy on top of me, thrusting hard, its owner grunting and groaning into my ear, hands groping and fumbling at any soft flesh he can find... This was the usual Friday night routine nowadays, gone midnight when he rolled home drunk from a night out with 'the lads'. Smelling of beer and smoke and someth...
It was finally going to happen, after weeks of email chatter, texting, failed attempts and doubt, they finally were going to meet. The location, a little coffee shop in south Markham, the time, one in the afternoon, the plan, chat and see what happens next. The challenge... well for him, if he was attracted to her, trying to talk to her intelligently witho...
I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath trapped in my chest. Lars stood at the counter, his back to me, still wearing his swim shorts. It was foolish to think he hadn't heard me running around the house. He turned to me slowly and I remained frozen. "Finally alone." Lars smiled. "What are you doing here?" I b...