On Friday night, Camilla and Candice went out to a club called 'NRG' to dance. Both girls were wearing cleavage-revealing dresses that went down just a few inches below their crotches; they were hoping to find a man both of them thought would be appealing enough to share as a lover in a threesome. Their compromise would have been a man in his late thirties:...
Driving aimlessly through Tennessee, wandering from historical site to tourist attraction, trying to lose myself in the utter enjoyment of driving this vintage Vette and the warm summer air, I spotted yet another tourist attraction, this one with a restroom, so I pulled in. Way back in the corner stood the box, with plenty of parking around it, I shut the ru...
XLII A Well-Rounded Education Primrose 2086 "Have you told your mother?" asked the voice at the other end of the phone line. "Of course not, Gran," replied Primrose. "What do you think she'd say?" "She wouldn't be pleased," said Karen to her granddaughter. "But such an innocent name: Empire Cleaning Services. Who would have thought?" "It's a career,...
Seaman third class Angle Bentley was fucking the Commodore's wife in the fantail on the fantail. The how and the why of her being there never crossed his mind. After eight months at sea all that mattered was, she was hanging over the rail with her skirt blown up over her head, her pretty pink naked ass glowing in the bright sunlight of the Mediterranean. Si...
Once the story of the 'Big Fling' was published, John and I realised we'd left a few questions hanging in the air. Now is a good time to set things straight. The relationship between John and myself suffered no ill effects from the loss of Damien. I still miss Damien, more so at some times than others. But John and I remain devoted to one another and we sti...
Read the earlier chapters if you want to know what's going on. The next morning I awoke to an incredible feeling. I moaned as the sensations pushed me into full clarity. My husband had his face between my thighs and it was heaven. When he realized that his ministrations had woken me he looked up into my eyes and smiled before returning to his morning snac...
Stacy and I had been married for eight years most of which had been quite fulfilling and mutual satisfying. It was a second marriage for the both of us. We are both in our forties. Stacy was forty-one ( she didn't look a day over thirty-five ) and next year I would turn fifty. Over the past year I noticed that things in the bedroom had become a little rout...
I am writing this series for a lady who I have lusted after for more years that I care to think about. She teased me years ago but she was unavailable and it was only lately that we made contact again. We were to meet in a hotel, pre-arranged and with me nervous to the point of shaking in anticipation of finally getting to grips with this gorgeous woman. S...
Jenny, the Speed Dating host, clanged the bell and announced, "OK, people. Times up. I hope you all enjoyed your dates. Eighth and last one to go. It could your best. Remember to note your cards." The twenty couples shook hands for a second time saying "Nice meeting you." Half were sincere, half weren't. All rose and scanned the room to locate the table or...
Greetings, people. My name is Nikki O'Shea-Winters and I'm a happily divorced woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Six feet tall, red-haired, green-eyed, athletic and alabaster-skinned, that's me in a nutshell. For over a decade, I was happily married to a tall, fine-looking African-American gentleman named Isaac Winters. We have two lovely m...