I met him out in the lobby of the Constante Grande. He was tall, six-foot, average frame for a man, I guess, with rich tanned skin and smoldering brown eyes, an aquiline face like a hawk, and well-cut, short black hair with long bangs to loop in a curve past his eyes. He looked very European, as were his clothes, those consisting of a black turtleneck with a...
The figure watched the fight from the doorway, unseen. The boy fought fiercely this time, no longer having anything to lose after smashing the cheerleader's phone. But he was already weakened from her earlier facesitting marathon. They grappled and he initially got the upper hand out of sheer desperation, using his arm strength to force her to the ground. H...
Chapter 1 The Present It's been four years since I blew up my wonderful marriage and lost the love of my life of 18 years. I'd like to say it was a drunken binge and I didn't know what I was doing but that would be a lie. Was I getting a revenge fuck for an unfaithful wife? Hell, no! My wife is the most loving, loyal, faithful not to mention sexiest woman I...
EDITED 29/02/2020 (It makes sense to write the date from the shortest amount of time to the longest. I mean, it wouldn't make any sense to write first the month, then the day and then the year, right?) AN:¨English is my second language, but back in the eighties, I lived in the UK long enough to become a qualified electrician. So, even though I can write som...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Kirsty Dickens threw her oversized purse on her bed. Little Miss curled about her leg begging and pleading for her attention, but that was the last thing she wanted after another ninety-minute work-out session at the local gym. She was too tired to deal with a needy pussy, even her own. The creature was a reminder of her destiny as that crazy cat woman in th...
Chapter 7- Phil's Friend As I drove past the guard at the security gate, I flashed my badge and turned into the parking lot. I spied Tonya's car about two rows over. She was already in the building. It was probably a good idea to arrive about five minutes after her just to prevent any iota of wonder as to why we might have left at the same time and arrived...
Over the next couple days I refined my naughtiness in the office. The racquetball got used a couple times, at least once a day and every once in a while, if I wore a dress or skirt, I'd go pantyless. Taking them off at my desk was hot but inconvenient so I'd go into the supply room to remove them. Not all my dresses have pockets so I'd have to carry my pan...
My first love was a year older than me, and that relationship defined the man I was to become. Though more years have gone by than I care to admit, just thinking about her takes me back to those heady days before life's realities completely catch hold. Back to my mid 20s, with the body of an athlete and that naive way of looking for possibilities and dreamin...
Mindy was born with a strange power. Whenever she had an orgasm, she would swap a random trait with the closest person nearby. She discovered this when she was 15 and tentatively masturbated for the first time. When she reached climax, she was shocked to realize that her long, brown hair was suddenly gone, replaced by her brother's shaven haircut. After the...