(Sorry about the mix up -- wrong story in what I thought was in the right spot. Oops! Silly me!) * The phone on the bedside table trilled impertinently. Michael reached over, annoyed by the unfamiliar terrain of the motel's anonymous dresser, fumbled around for his specs, put them on, grabbed the phone, looked at the number. Curious. Not only unrecognized...
If you are looking for a quick jerk, please continue looking. This is a longer story with development of characters. I debated between first time and romance, for there are elements of both here, and decided first time was the better choice. This can be a stand-alone story, but it will be more enjoyable if you read parts 1-3 first. I hope you enjoy. Comments...
Part 1 – Roses Are Red *Note – this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 4 Once when I first got there. Three times when I pricked my finger. Another two at Marie. Silently, I summed my curses from the previous evening. Is that all? It was hard to remember. It was such a strange an...
Warning: This story contains no same sex sexual intercourse of any sorts. Those that may feel offended by that, please discontinue reading. Ha, ha, ha. * Chapter 1: So many reasons why mature, married Pussy is far better It was late afternoon when Jay hopped into his car and drove to his gym. His car was a simple, inconspicuous sedan. Initially, he had fe...