Next in the ACLS series and follow up to 'The Meeting'. No real sexual content in this part sorry, but it is necessary for the story overall. Impressions Chapter 1 "I don't even know what that entails Mike.' I state rather aggressively into the enclosed space of my full sized sedan attempting to explain the frustrating circumstances of my current situatio...
When Matthew first moved to London, he rented the garden flat below the house of a middle-aged actress. 'Garden flat', for those of you who are not familiar with London estate agent speak, is another way of saying 'basement'. Matthew's garden flat consisted of a small entrance space and three-and-a-half rooms: a kitchen-cum-living room, a decent-sized bedro...
"We need all this rope?" Olga asked, her voice dripping with incredulity. Blinking, she hastily added, "Miss Rita," but it was too late. The tone of voice and omission had been noted. Miss Rita had been working with her concerning her use of politeness and proper address when speaking. Olga didn't have to say 'Miss Rita' or even 'Miss' with every sentence, b...
This is my first story ever on here and I'm just trying out this style. I don't really know if it'll work so please leave any constructive criticism. Thank you and enjoy. Also let me know if I should do an audio recording. ***** I remembered that you were my brother's best friend from elementary school. I never considered that you thought about me as a gir...
Chapter 12 Drunk & asleep, stripping Lynn's little sister, Gwen, naked. As soon as she fell to the side, her short skirt climbed up the back of her thigh and she gave me a wonderful up skirt view of her white, bikini panty clad ass. Now, with her taking a drunken nap, I could stare at her in peace without making her feel uncomfortable and I sat like that w...
I had been single for two years by the time of this story. Aside from the occasional encounter, I had spent that two years fucking as many cute Asian hookers as I had time for. I lost count after about 120. A couple became close. One moved in for a while and carried out her business activities in the spare room - no problem for me; I love a warmed up pussy!...
The first clue was the blow job. A blow job was always the first clue. Perhaps he had become resigned to the situation, but David was enjoying the blowjob far too much to become angered by the implications. The videotape of DEEP THROAT which had been a frequent guilty pleasure when he was a teenager had inspired an obsession. For nearly two decades David had...
"...Could I have a serious discussion with you, Sunny?" Armon asked her the next day, after Daemon had left for a morning appointment. They had an hour before she was due in Court, so Sunny gestured for Armon to join her at her desk. "Sure. I was actually going to ask to have a discussion with you, too," she returned. "Really? What about?" the affable man...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Okay, so I'm going to try this. I have gotten an awful lot of emails from men and women asking me to write a follow up to '7 Tips to GETTING good head." Even before the emails started coming in, I was thinking about it. But here's the problem. I give head A LOT. My lovers are spoiled rotten. However, I don't eat a lot of pussy. I mean I have, but I don't oft...