I may never be able to do another lingerie photo shoot again. Maybe I'll switch to shooting weddings or possibly sporting events. It's unlikely that I'll ever successfully maintain my concentration, let alone my creative edge, in the studio in the presence of scantily-clad models again. It started when I was flying to Miami to do some freelance shooting at...
Everyone in this story is over 18. ***** Walking up the path to the house, Tippi knew she looked good in her new riding boots. Would Papa understand? Would he respect her finally as a career woman? Tippi had her own staff and was quite the corporate maven in New York. However, Tippi's family had always ridiculed her, the quick temper and childish pompo...
THURSDAY AFTERNOON As usual, the morning went by fast and before Cori knew it, it was lunch time. The guys gave her their orders from the diner and she called them in. Fifteen minutes later, she left to go pick them up. The diner was three blocks down and on the other side of the street. To get to it, she passed several small stores and offices as well as...
Another story about Cara, a middle-aged librarian with a thing for young and hairy women... *** Cara was distracted, although while at the gym she worked out at it wasn't unusual for the middle-aged woman to look around at the females in their skimpy attire and let her mind wander. To be honest however, most of the women there were boring to Cara, who had...
"Dwight, my mother used the word "dreamy" when she was a teenager. I know what she meant when I saw him climbing out of the pool. Red Speedos, pecs dripping water, green swimming goggles over his brown eyes, a flat belly oily with sunscreen, his black hair slicked back. Sleek as an otter, gorgeous as Mark Spitz or Greg Louganis, the same sparse v-shaped phys...
"And that's the last bag, Ms Gibson. Would you like me to help put them away?" Yes, please, Jason. And for the millionth time, it's Sasha!" "Of course, sorry Ms- uh, Sasha." I gave her a goofy grin as I helped put groceries away in her kitchen. Sasha Gibson was in her mid-thirties and pretty damn sexy. She was the neighborhood "crazy cat lady" but in my...
I didn't intend to write a sequel to The Babysitter but there were so many generous comments and emails requesting a little more to this story that I couldn't resist. I tried to incorporate all of the suggestions that you requested. So, for the good folks who appreciated The Babysitter...well, here's to you. I hope you enjoy! * Cathy Marlin crouched silent...
I have had two secret fantasies for a long time. They are to watch my wife get fucked by a cock much bigger than my modest five and a half inches and then me suck her lovers cock and taste the mixture of both of their cum. I thought they would never happen as I had tried to get her to fuck my best friend when we were both fairly young in our thirties. But s...
When Inga and her friends returned to their hotel is was close to 2AM. She was tired, both from the number of pastel-colored drinks she'd consumed and from gently--and then, not so gently--informing a number of guys at the bar that she wouldn't be going home with him tonight. Under normal circumstances she might've given in, fucked one of them, left him exha...
I was a typical boy at college. I liked to be cool. There were nice girls in our class. But I liked a girl who was cute and mature. Her name was Miley. I had a crush on her since I first saw her. She was a good girl and definitely a virgin. We didn’t talk that much. But I wanted to love her. I lived just across the road from her house. Our college term sta...