Chapter 3 Trust me, Feed me, Fuck me I went downstairs just as Tina was pouring out my vodka martini. Her rum and pineapple was already fixed and waiting. I stood behind her and reached both arms around, allowing my left hand to dabble with her breast as I picked the olives out of my martini and popped them in my mouth. She took a deep breath and leaned he...
They ordered several appetizers, some champagne, fresh strawberries and chocolate sauce. He knew she wanted the chocolate sauce to dip the strawberries in. But all he could think of was pouring it on her nipples and pussy and licking it off. He wanted her to lick it off his cock. He ordered extra chocolate sauce without telling her why. He also asked for ano...
Sweet. Blissful. Rich. Smooth. Tantalizing. These are all words that describe a woman's best friend. Chocolate. I had the best combination of things. My boyfriend was wonderful; a tall drink of water, if you will. Jason stood 6 feet 6 inches tall and had amethyst purple eyes. His short, brush cut carmel brown hair felt great to run my fingers over. His bro...
Mrs. Rosselli could roll a meatball and grind out pasta like no one else. And her sauce was always on the stovetop simmering in one pot or another. She was a woman from the old country and she believed in three things: The Pope, her family and good Italian food. She was 50 years old and a widow for three years before her children finally convinced her to h...
Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing adventures in swinging. I hope that you find at least some of these stories humorous. Chapter 11: Sweaty Guy A big cock. Everyone seems to be infatuated with a big cock. A large rod. A huge pecker. A giant penis. Especially swingers. Why is that? I mean, lots of studies by respected scientists (wel...
CDC012: Part 4: Saturday morning, we awake, much like yesterday. But no classes today, not for 2 days now. We can just be together. Will I let that happen for you? Oh my, I am starting to tickle your belly and kiss and lick the back of your neck. Nirvana. I just nuzzle you for a good while, when you start to sit up, I pull you back down and whisper...
CHAPTER 4 - GETTING LEWD WITH THE FOOD Nguyet texted me two weeks later, as it was a good time to meet, biologically speaking. She said that her mom, also, had asked when I would come around again. I had thought that we wouldn't meet for another month but if they wanted to see me for lunch, I wasn't going to turn the offer down. I asked if she wanted to mee...
It was Friday afternoon and Brenda sat in her office trying, and failing, to concentrate on the report she was supposed to have finished by Monday; it was almost there but not quite. She could of course finish it over the weekend, but she had plans and they weren't to be interrupted. The thought of those plans again tore her attention from the report. "B...
This weekend you have organised is perfect. The setting is idyllic - a beautifully luxurious seaside cottage, sat alone on the cliffs with a private path leading down to a secluded beach where I now sit trying to get my head around what this weekend represents. This is our one shot, our only time together. Desperate to make the most of it rather than worry a...
Photo: Asian Sundae Once again, the manila envelope bore no return address, just a cancellation mark from Milwaukee. Inside was only a single photograph. The focal point of this five-by-seven image was the same beautiful young Asian girl from the previous mysteriously-sent photo. She lay upon her back once again, this time on a long wooden bench in a lock...