Miss Oatlash sat in a booth in Mike's Diner, drinking coffee, reading the paper and saying "Hi" to all the old acquaintances who stopped by her table. Since she had left government work to head the Foundation, she found herself on more of a 'brunch and tea' schedule and, consequently, rarely ate breakfast at the diner anymore. It was nice to catch up with th...
Several weeks passed since Ryan's encounter with Reb. He didn't have much time alone with her to chat about that day but he did notice she was dressing sexier, had her hair and nails done and seemed happier overall. The only time they had alone to discuss their encounter was a few stolen moments in a conference room after a meeting. Reb had asked him to stay...
Writer's Note: The story you are about to read did not happen in truth. It did happen all right, partially, up to the last section. Regrettably, I never went through with the final part, which is now, just an illusion (and perhaps a reflection of the real ending I had wished for). Nonetheless, I hope it wets a lot of very hot and sexy panties...and ye, a har...
It was dusk up in Hamsterley Forest in County Durham (UK), a Tuesday night in late May. I was really into mountain biking at the time and I made the effort to go up to the forest once a week to do some night riding. I loved Tuesday nights up there - I always got an early finish from work on a Tuesday which allowed be to get a good 7 or 8 miles in before it g...
Art speaks: When Kat came home from her visit to the beach, there was little in her look to suggest that anything untoward might have happened. Ok, there was just a trace of that "cat who ate the canary" smile that seemed to flash across her face and then disappear again. Half of me wanted to burst out with questions and teases about the day's journey to he...
A smile and a wink, that's all it was. The smile was nothing new; Anna had flashed the same smile as she'd passed my desk every day for almost a year. It was part of our daily routine; a smile, an exchange of "hello," and so the day would progress in its usual fashion. No, it was the wink that was new, something out of the ordinary, something that set this m...
This story is completely true. I am writing it because I have enjoyed many other authors on this site and to offer encouragement to those who also seek fulfillment of their fantasies. * My fantasy began when I was in college. My girlfriend at the time came into my bedroom and apologized for drunkenly fucking her old boyfriend in the parking lot of a local...
This is an open letter containing what I really want to say to my girlfriend, but can never quite find the courage to do so. Here though, I imagine what I might say if I were to send such a letter, and will follow this with what might happen as a result of the letter, in future chapters. ---- To my beautiful girlfriend, You are the most beautiful, gorgeou...
Lisa and Karen met during a new employees' orientation at the insurance agency where they had both been hired. The orientation was a three-day affair in a resort hotel near the state office and the two girls roomed together. They immediately became friends. Karen, my wife, was 42 and as pretty as the day we met. Her brown eyes seem to absorb the auburn colo...
Too much rouge and lip gloss. False lashes, flapping. The hair teased way too high. A big woman, huge tits overflowing that Harley cut-down tee. But she had a flair, an allure, and I was smitten. Two hours ago, I was doing seventy on I-95, heading for Florida. The drowsiness was winning, and I was in no rush, so, once I hit the Georgia line, I eased off th...