Note: This story is intended for mature and open minded audiences only. Park your baggage and enjoy. Even though I was expecting it, the knock on the door startled me. Cara was a few minutes late so I had been fussing with the apartment, making certain that everything was arranged just so. Two martini glasses, a shaker and a small shallow bowl with stuffe...
We ambled aimlessly through the soft, crystalline blanket of white. The dreamy shroud of night obscured our visual perception, nevertheless, heightening our hearing. The rhythmic whoosh of water crashing against rocks soothed us. Brandon had finally shown me his secret place--the kind of place where people searched their souls, heightened their perceptions,...
Desirae Spencer used the credit card entry system to get into her suite and stepped in. "Help yourself to a drink, Captain Cock," she grinned, "and when I get back from getting myself prettied up you'd better be naked on that bed and erect!" I mixed myself a fuckin' huge Bacardi Gold and coke and was stripped and lying back on the bed before you could say "...
Students Rule I Chapter One -- In Control Ms. Virginia Lee looked up from her desk. "Yes, Connie?" The older lady standing in the doorway smiled uneasily at the Vice-Principal. "Ross Moran and Brian Turner are here to see you." "Have them take a seat," she responded in her soft, southern accent. "I'll be with them in a few minutes." "Yes Ma'am," the sec...
Schoolies Week An "In A Sunburned Country" Event Story © 2018 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in...
This event was part of the inspiration for my island in the sun series. This is a completely true story. Only the names and places have been changed to protect… well to protect me actually. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed relating it. It brought back some fond memories. Happy holidays. It wasn't a great holiday. It was hot and sticky everyw...
You walk back to the bedroom, opening the door with your breath short in anticipation. The portal swings inward, revealing the room lit softly by candles and seeped in the deep aroma of incense and passion. The shadows play across the walls and dance guilty waltzes over your body, as you slowly close the door. The lock clamps firmly into place and half a bre...
Note: This story is another that was written by a male author and I'm posting it for him. It is intended for mature and open minded audiences only. If you don't like surprises, dont go any further. --------------- Even though I was expecting it, the knock on the door startled me. Cara was a few minutes late so I had been fussing with the apartment, makin...
"Whirlpool Whoopee" My nipples stiffen in the cold morning air. I dart down snowy steps leading from my condo to the complex's communal pool. The threadbare towel I clutch around my curves does little to abate piercing wind. With frozen fingers I unlock the gate, shed the cover-up, and submerge my body in the hot tub with a satiated sigh. "Nothing quite li...
Fifty Shades of Gay I was going to kill him. Since I'd been appointed as the chief secretary of Elliott "Just Elliott" Grimme, life had become far more complicated that I'd been anticipating. When he'd more or less challenged me to accept the position, I'd accepted out of defiance and hadn't taken the time to consider how horrible of a decision it could be...