After our night with Andi, our sex life went up another notch. I was still getting my morning blowjobs almost every day, and almost every evening was a lingerie show. Now I was also getting midday phone sex, and Sherrie had even let me make some videos of her putting on toy shows for me. The other change was that her latent bisexuality had gone into overdriv...
Disclaimer: Bork bork bork. I don't feel like writing out the full disclaimer. Anyone portrayed fucking or having sexy-time is 18 or older. There you go. Chapter 7 -- Does It Have To End? As any man can tell you, few things are more wonderful than waking up to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth bobbing up and down on your hardening cock. That's exactly the...
I sat waiting for a table at a restaurant I didn't know, in a city I was only remotely familiar with. I'd learned a lot during the day, even if what I learned was pretty dull. It's how these work seminars often end up: you get good information, but unfortunately, it's typically anything but exciting. The best part was: there were four more days of it. When...
(Jenn) "No way! There is no way I'm going to do that." "Oh shut up and suck it up," was the most printable of the replies I received. I looked over all the faces before me. These were supposed to be my friends? My closest friends in the whole world? I saw no mercy, no hint of yielding. Just drunken determination on their faces. Oh, what the hell. It was a...
FRIDAY MAY 29th It was late Friday afternoon after everyone else had gone home except for my boss, Cam Penney, and me, Walt Martin. Cam had asked me to stop by and talk to him before I left for the weekend. "Do you have anything pressing going on next week?" Cam asked. "No, just finishing up a couple of reports and closing out the Blanchard project," I s...
Copyright 2012 by the A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved * This is a true story, or as true as I remember it. I've changed some of the names, for obvious reasons. My name isn't Jenny, my boss isn't named Cynthia, and the club in question isn't called Club San Limites, but the club does exist in downtown Montreal under a different name. I've also omitted s...
A special thanks to Barney R for his wonderful editing. ***** During the next few days he didn't try to get in touch with Ralph. He didn't want to look eager, especially after his initial misgivings. Finally he rung up all his group members and invited them for lunch at his hotel room. He didn't want to take any chances. He surveyed them thru the thick ha...
Zara looked through the window of her A380 aircraft. It was 10 in the morning. She could see the baggage handlers bring in large carts stuffed with luggage to be loaded onto her flight. The plane was parked right in front of the terminal, still attached to the airport with an aerobridge. Five minutes passed. Then 10. And then fifteen more. The aerobridge wit...
Slipping into the hotel spa, we shared a few glasses of delicious fine champagne, enjoying the gentle relaxing bubbles from the water and the wine. I felt her hand slide gently across my thigh, sliding up my leg, her fingers slipping into the elastic of my waistband, she dragged my shorts down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them aside, next to the...
Thanks for clicking on my story. It's one of many created for the Highway Song Event, and I hope you'll check out all the others. There are really great authors participating. Special thanks to BlackRandl1958 for editing and for organizing the event, and to NoraFares for her constant help and encouragement. Fair warning -- there's not a lot of sex in this...