I had walked by their table more than was necessary, but I wanted to make sure they were getting the hint. I passed them by one last time and then entered the lounge at the end of the hall and installed myself in a booth in the corner, the darkest spot in the place. The waiter took my drink order and promptly returned with the martini as the lounge was mostl...
Author's Note: This is my first story, and I don't know how well I did, let me know in the comments below though. Check back for the next installment. * Josh walked down the halls of Jamestown High, towards his brand new locker. He opened it up and checked his schedule. "Math with Ms. West." He muttered to himself. He raced his finger to the other side, t...
My wife loves Key West. It's a place to relax where sex of all kinds is encouraged. She likes to go for a few days and stroll up and down Duval Street. We shop during the day for sexy provocative dresses and go to adult toy shops. In the evening the relaxation and care free attitude make for long and wild love sessions. On our 25th wedding anniversary we we...
Scene : Central City, America : The 22nd Century West Saurus opened the door to the apartment. He could hear somebody panting somewhere inside. He stepped into the corridor, curious and slightly alarmed. Maybe Sadar or Abdan were doing some exercises. There was a burst of clattering sound, which sounded like someone hitting furniture. The panting came in ga...
Barb, my wife of many years, and I were at Rooster Rock and had walked down to the far end of the beach where there is a small bluff between the beach and the woods. There is an intermediate level partway up the bluff where there is a wide step that is great for providing a small amount of privacy. Walking in, I had stripped down as soon as we had gotten awa...
Author's Note: This is not a complete story and is intended as a prelude or supplement for stories that are part of the Brownwood Collection. Hopefully it will give readers a more detailed description of the Brownwood setting. Since this isn't an actual story, comments and scoring have been turned off. And 'yes' it's dry, needs an editor and reads like a r...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole, Ethical Dilemmas. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much apprec...
"And then you follow the route and deliver the letters and packages." Your new boss tells you. You have just started your new job as a postman. You figure that the job will be easy as you have just moved to a small village. Plus its a great way to meet everyone. "As its your first day we are only going to give you one part of the village and...
Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself and licked her lips as her sinfully sexy West African lover, Aziz Kalenzaga, gently spread her slender thighs and inhaled the womanly fragrance of her pussy. The young Yemeni Arab woman held her breath, and then relaxed as Aziz smiled at her before he began eating her pussy with gusto. All the tension that Nadia had been feel...
"Talk to the hand, my brother," Melanie Drexel said mockingly, laughing gleefully as she worked her gloved fist into her sub's rectum. The sub in question, a burly, muscular young Black man named Clayton Moors, moaned softly. Lying on his back in a hammock, the brother looked totally relaxed, or so Melanie thought, judging by his posture. Clayton's handsome...