Some older guys are buddies of mine. Winters in Sag Harbor only the fire department bake sale and amateur poetry readings at Ashawagh Hall are exciting. I show up at Rowdy Hall in a tight red dress and start the intravenous Chardonnay drip and make friends. Too bad Rowdy Hall doesn't stock white Burgundies at $250.00 a bottle; I know my buddies would compete...
Delta Bayou and the Miss Dixieland Pageant (Delta Bayou Adult Mysteries no. 1) *******Chapter 1- The Bet******* Detective Delta Robbins rapped her fingernails on the table of the briefing room, waiting for the captain's words about the weekly assignments. She accidentally made eye contact with Detective Stanford across the room. He winked at her with his...
Each month I send my mistress an erotic story. This is the latest one. ------------------------------------------------- "Hey love, you made it." you say as you come into the hotel room, your conference bag slung over your shoulder along with your purse. "How was the morning?" "I slept terrible last night." I reply. "I had trouble falling asleep I was so...
As usual, MoPac Expressway was choked with midafternoon traffic. Peter Grigsby was relieved when he finally reached the Windsor Road exit. The drive from Austin Bergstrom International Airport had taken over an hour. Classic Country was playing on the satellite radio. "On the Road Again" segued into "Six Days on the Road." Peter smiled when Dave Dudley sang...
Peter stared at the strap-on in Kyra's hands. Its dildo was flesh-colored and looked like a real penis, with protruding veins and a wide flaring head. It was terrifying-way too big for his tight little asshole. He was scared to death . . . but also had a monster hard-on. "My turn?" "That's right. Your turn." Kyra ran her fingers up and down the dildo's shaf...
"Oh, Paree," Clark sighed, leaning back in his chair leisurely and tilting his face up to the sun. A breeze crawled across his skin, jostling one strand of hair across his face. My heart did the ol' "skip," giving my ribs a gentle punch from the inside. "I'm very happy," I said, leaning over the table, "to be across from you right now." He smiled, dimples...
Over the days that followed Ella came to my house often. We talked, we went for walks, we watched movies, but Ella seemed to retreat away from me. I knew she was planning something -- she had told me to make sure I was free the next weekend, but it was as if she wanted to keep me at an arms length until then. Was she changing her mind about us being together...
"Super Shark Versus Alien T-Rex, that's the title of the frigging movie?" Zulai Basayev said, aghast. The Chechen-born actress resisted the urge to grab her agent by the neck, and sighed deeply. The agent in question, a mustachioed, bald-headed little man named Nikolai, seemed unusually happy as he presented her with a copy of the script, courtesy of Directo...
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...
This is the true story of the sex challenge that my sister, Jen, and I conceived one semi-drunken night a couple of years back. I'm Sarah, a fifty-year-old mother of two grown kids, both of whom are presently at college in Texas. Jen is a couple of years older but it's easy to tell that we are sisters; we're both tall, around five feet eight, and blessed w...