(Fay is 23 years-old with tumbles of ginger curls, pale blue eyes and huge, 32FF boobs. This story continues a year after the last 11, so no need to read them unless you want to! And if you'd like to know more about Steph or Sammy, I highly recommend you do an author search for mjmurra – characters used lovingly and with permission) Fay walked out of the...
A plane ticket to Montreal and a hotel reservation arrive in the mail, "Your present awaits" is all the card says. After an uneventful journey I arrive at the hotel, a very old building in the old part of the city, and check in. As I do I can't help but notice how attractive everyone is who works at the hotel, from the door man to the bellhop to the receptio...
I first worked in a northern Quebec mining town after finishing high school. The town where I worked could be compared to the wild west of another century. The mining business was booming and single men from around the world came to work the mines. Several of the hotels provided an easy access to meet ladies of the evening for pleasure. In fact, it was just...
During one of my trips back to the US while on an overseas assignment, I was staying at an apartment hotel in California. This is the story of what happened one evening. The hotel has an ordinary architecture - rooms are back to back, so that the only side for windows - is the side with the doors. As a result, as you walk by, you can look into rooms if thei...
She wasn't sure it had really happened. Tana's head was swirling, an overwhelming high getting in the way of her every thought whenever she tried to focus on anything else. In spite of this, she managed to obtain her boarding pass from the e-ticket machine, shuffle though security screening, navigate the maze of concourses to reach her gate and now taking he...
I've read a lot of stories which the writers freely admit to be fantasies. I've read a lot of stories, which the writers claim to be based on fact. And, I've read stories, which the writers claim to be autobiographical. This series is autobiographical. I will freely admit my recollection may not be perfect as far as the sequence of events; I may have rearran...
The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nerv...
The breeze off the Atlantic was welcomed with a smile. It had been a long day and now all she wanted was to sit still, enjoy the twilight on the terrace surrounded by bougainvillea's and perhaps have another glass of wine. It was early and she had the hotel terrace almost all to herself. As if he read her mind, a waiter appeared and she ordered another glas...
"You must die I alone am best! I hope ya flip some guy the bird He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve In front of the Beatles' tour bus A Bookmobile and a Mack truck Hauling hazardous biological waste The light turns red you have no brakes And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape So you can see the look on your face Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die...
My eyes were tight shut, and my soapy hand was rapidly bringing my cock to its climax. Standing in front of the wash hand basin, I heard my gasp, and long low groan. I finally looked down to see the first spurt of spunk shoot against the white porcelain, with the second spurt landing halfway up the mirror, and then I was pumping more and more over my fingers...