"So, Stan, you think you're up to looking after two women's needs, again?" Stan snorted. "Not if it's going to be like last night all the time, Denise. I'll have to hire in help!" "Yeah, right. Try it and see where it gets you. Although…" Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another. They w...
At work, you've looked stressed. I've asked, and you've told me it's just work that gets you so tense. You say that the tenseness has reached a point that you actually feel sore all over from it. For several weeks, I've offered to massage that tenseness and soreness completely out of you. You've smiled and said, "thanks, I'll keep that in mind." To my disa...
The narrator is an innkeeper who has invited his friend Elizabeth to dine with his only guests for the weekend. The guests are Jack and Jane Norwood. Jack is a rich, older man, and Jane is his young, beautiful, and submissive "trophy wife". In the first chapter Jack delights in humiliating Jane and sharing her with his hosts. * I had never seen Elizabeth s...
The next day my mother was a little annoyed that I took a long nap in the afternoon instead of helping her clean the kitchen. I had been on pins and needles all day, and that stress in addition to not getting too much sleep the previous night had drained me. Dad had warned me to come down by 7 am. I found myself awake at 530 am, with about thirty thousand b...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18 when in sexual situations. Your constructive comments are appreciated...
Major Tremaine had been summoned to Army HQ almost as soon as he returned from the Indian camp. He hurried over yet he had been kept waiting almost 45 minutes. It was just another example of how this army was being run. He still believed in General Burgoyne but time was being wasted. It was almost the middle of June. They should on the Lake by now, threateni...
Once a year, when a beautiful Indian summer day arrives, I grab my gold pan and head for Brushy Fork Creek. The gold that I find there is always high quality but there is never enough to justifies the work. At the end of the day, my typical reward is a handful of lead buckshot, some fools gold, a few rough garnets, and yes, a few flakes of real gold. The sol...
We had an interesting lunch. Both of us were pretty charged up, and we sat in the back of a little Italian bistro. I was glad for the stereotypical long red-checked table cloths on our table. The other patrons couldn't see my fingers playing with her pussy all through lunch. I did get Natalie close to an orgasm a couple times, but I backed off, wanting to ke...
"Bloody hell, what's got you going?" I asked as I slipped my fingers into my wife's cunt. She was curled up on the sofa in just her dressing gown reading a book. I'd simply run my hand up her naked legs straight into the juiciest pussy I've ever seen. "Nothing," she said almost defensively, "I can feel randy if I want can't I?" "C'mon, let me see," I said...
Chapter 01: A Rare Beauty Here I am in bed with this unbelievably beautiful girl; she is asleep and purring, not snoring, if you know what I mean. Sati is Malay and incredibly beautiful, light brown skin, shoulder length blue-black hair, delicate features, big bright brown eyes surrounded by the most intense white I've ever seen, and a slim-tight figure on...