The chime announcing the arrival of new e-mail has sounded minutes ago and now the room is quiet. She is frozen in place, watching the little envelope, mesmerized by its slow turning motion. Glancing at the subject line, she re-reads the single word again. "Instructions" is all it says. Her hand trembles as it guides the mouse pointer to the blinking icon an...
I had a great lust on this woman. It’s for the only reason I had a damn crush on her I joined her as a servant whom I was dying to see close. Before I joined her as a servant I have been fantasizing her since when I saw her in a movie and since than I have been the greatest fan of hers. Whenever her movie is screened even if it’s an old one I would see it a...
Andy didn't need to worry about the conspicuous state of his cock while stepping onto the patio, as Vida was busy locking lips with her boyfriend in the hot tub and neither noticed their approach. Lisa, who'd disappointingly let go of his erection before going outside, hesitated at the sight. It felt like they were intruding, even though they'd been invited....
This story is the sixth of a series, which began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe and continued with similarly named stories. The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar, when Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and lon...
Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas "So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack. "Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?" Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Ti...
One hour later, an electric cart slid into Section F. It stopped beside the mostly finished stage, spewing out Lieutenant Washington and Ensign Brukenfooken, and a slew of DJ equipment. "Pass the word, my man." Washington told the driver. "We are going to turn this mother out. We are going to beat the bitch!" He slapped the driver a hard high five. "Anybod...
I still remember when it all started. My ship was docked at Rotterdam. I finished my shift, returned to my room, and as was the daily routine, logged into Skype to talk to my wife Menaka back in Mumbai. It was almost midnight there. Menaka was on time as always. We exchanged notes about each other's days, she told me about how our eight year old Ayan had sc...
One night, Anita and Amit were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Anita was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Amit was in his boxer shorts and bare chested. ‘Hey Amit,’ She said, reading the local paper. ‘Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual mas...
Dylan Saunders sat back into his overstuffed leather recliner, in the darkened den, watching the final minutes of his latest production unfolding on the screen of his expansive television. On the screen, twenty year old Trish Abrams, a slim, petite redhead, with thin, wire-rimmed glasses, sat nude atop a toilet, her face, a contorted mask of determined effor...
Part 2: Skeeter in the Wind Skeeter drove Mike’s truck down a narrow lane beneath a canopy of Spanish moss hanging from massive limbs. The predawn light was bright enough that the trees were casting shadows, the limbs’ rough bark becoming a texture you could see, a texture that her eyes seemed to enjoy caressing. Or maybe it was the drugs. It didn’t matt...