Alice and I drop our bags and struggle out of our clothes. Our boots hit the floor, followed by our wet weather gear, and our sodden clothes. Shivering, we race into the shower. I dropped south as planned, but we didn't avoid the rain as expected. The rain ambushed us as we left St Louis on I-70 and dogged us the whole way across. We kept pressing on. Neith...
On Tuesday morning at 8:20, Camilla was in the washroom of the office where she'd soon begin her first day as Mr. Miles Holland's personal secretary. In a tight-fitting brown wool-knit dress with the front zipper down to show off her bra-less cleavage, she was looking at herself in the mirror, carefully assessing her sexiness. In her usual whore-bright makeu...
I stretched and groaned under the sheets while transitioning from sleep to wakefulness. I felt really good, well rested, and sported the usual morning erection. Idly and automatically I reached down to caress myself when my fingers touched the lacy fabric of the panties. A giant grin spread over my face as the events of my second night's adventures with Cind...
We were both exhausted from our drive when we reached our hotel. Still shaking from the sexual drive as commanded by our onboard GPS dominatrix (read the Road trip with a GPS dominatrix story) and we were both ready for a hot bath and a relaxing meal before settling in for the night. Stepping into the lobby it was clear that there was a convention of some...
Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Constructive comments welcomed. Lori stepped out of the change room with the sexiest outfit yet. She had been trying on various outfits a...
"Your decision Miss Michelle. Do you want me to show you around or not?" "I don't suppose it would hurt and it would keep dad happy. How do you want to handle it?" "Just tell me what your schedule is and what your interests are. In general just let me know what you want to know." "For starters a good parts place. My water pump went out. I've got the old o...
Author's Note: This is a ROMANCE story between a guy and gal; he happens to be black, she happens to be white. Looking for a fetish stroker? This isn't it. I must thank AsylumSeeker for his patience and long-suffering in editing my copy. All good is from him, any bad comes from my own stumbling mind. * "Are you sure your family's ready for this?" "Ready f...
This is a story based on actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. * Don't dip your pen in the company ink. That's what I've always heard. And I believed it, too. I could imagine how complicated working relationships might get if sex was involved. But I did violate that unwritten law once. I had been a victim of downsizing. The...
Okay, so I'm "a dirty old man". I admit it. And do you know what? For one thing I don't give a rat's ass! And for another, tomorrow I'm going to be an even dirtier old man - and that can't be soon enough! I take another sniff at and kiss the spicy-smelling crotch of Tasha's knickers and stroke my rock-hard cock sensuously with my free hand. It stiffens even...
~~~ Edited by AnotherWannabe ~~~ "Hi. I'm Gamer Girl, and I'm a nerd," Andrea said, looking into the camera, "as if I needed to tell you." A hand covered her heart rising and falling with her chest as she paused to catch her breath. "This is my video diary." She forced a smile. "I'm supposed to tell you why I made a video." The words escaped between deep n...