My eyes fluttered open. I breathed deeply, well-rested and satisfied. My stomach grumbled in protest. Almost satisfied, I corrected myself. I stretched my limbs, still locked in John's embrace as he slept peacefully. "Wake uuup," I whined. He grunted and shifted, his hand finding its way to my right breast purely by instinct, squeezing me gently through my...
Will's chair scrapes loudly on the hardwood floor as he stands up. His lips are pursed in a tight angry line. He gulps the last of his whiskey, and places the glass down with a heavy hand. People at the nearby tables pretend not to be watching as he strides through the restaurant, pushes his way out the door and is swallowed by the hungry night. He won't be...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to The Best Handjob in Iowa, although it's not necessary to have read it to enjoy this one. Still, it's really short, so you may as well. The author does not vouch for the safety and/or sanitariness of any of the practices depicted in this story. This is a fantasy. -~- When I saw Molly through the mass of young bodies...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 11 THE VOYEUR Of course every man I've ever met was a 'looker', even those that didn't want something as extreme as Will did certainly enjoyed perving on or simply looking at women. Men are far more aroused by visual stimulation tha...
It is entirely possible that when you arrive home after a hard ( not in that way) kind of day, that you will want to kick it up and relax. The sounds you hear are familiar but out of place. It is not the sound of a television crackling on before the evening news – it is a crisp beer being opened and poured for you while you chill in the oversized chair. You...
By the time we arrived back at my home I was feeling completely defeated. Thoughts of this first day with Alexis Barron as the acting President of my company ran through my terrified mind. She was now "officially" my new boss, and this was humiliating enough for me to come to grips with. The subtle ways she had degraded me throughout the day consumed me du...
Turning back to the stove, I picked up the wooden spoon to stir the spaghetti, noting that it was no longer stiff in the boiling water. Slowly but surely, the spaghetti was becoming more pliable, curving around the wooden spoon, curving within the contours of the large pot as I stirred. The telephone rang, so I set the spoon aside, put a lid on the smaller...
"Stacking these fucking cans, all I do is stack these fucking cans." mumbled eighteen-year-old Billy Baxter placing another Hunts Tomato Sauce can on top of the wobbly pyramid of cans advertising the red sauce. Billy, eighteen and in his third month of employment at Piggly Wiggly, was frustrated as any teenage boy who was in the throes of puberty. He was ho...
"Give me that sweet Haitian booty of yours," Lady Kia whispered into Samuel's ear as she bucked her hips, thrusting the strap-on dildo deep into his tight ass. The big and tall Haitian stud groaned sharply, and gritted his teeth. Lady Kia could tell that he was trying not to scream, and to really shine him on, she grabbed his dick and balls and gave them a f...
Beth looks over at Reggie lying next to her on the bed and slowly slides her naked body over him leaving her lovely breast pressed against his upper chest as she unhooks the phone from the wall. She smiles as she crawls out of bed and slowly gets to her feet looking back at Reggie who looks on with a look of shy lust in his eyes as she walks into the kitchen...