Fisher climbed the stairs slowly, wary of the quiet that hung over the upstairs. As he hit the landing a soft moan emanated from the bedroom and his heart raced as he entered the doorway. There, framed in the soft light of the bedroom lamps, was Sophie kissing another woman. Her crisp white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the top of her supple breasts, and gi...
The first thing I noticed was the sound - the relative lack of sound actually. The stillness of the morning, at anchor, in a cove miles from any real semblance of civilization, is almost eerie. That kind of silence accentuates what little sound there is and amplifies the effect. It's hard to describe that particular sound; of tiny waves gently lapping the si...
*flash back to the weeks prior to this wonderful encounter* I'm the lawn man. Or boy as some people put it. I don't make lots of money...the work is hard and very physical and most of my clients are old retired people who don't know how to tip or say thanks or even acknowledge me. Most of them do things like leave the money in the mailbox or write me post d...
Part I The doors to the elevator close and we begin our long ride to the 25th floor. We're holding hands and you snuggle up to my shoulder. On impulse, you stand on your tip toes and kiss me on the ear. I turn and smile at you. You smile back. Again you reach up and kiss my ear, this time your tongue darts out and flicks at my ear lobe. I shudder and say,...
Right now, I'm lying naked on my bed. All five feet eleven inches and one hundred and sixty eight pounds of me. My light brown skin is glistening with sweat and my pussy is wet. The name is Kendra McIntosh in case you were wondering who this is. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. Presently I live in the City of Houston, State...
Before You asked me to write something, so I did, I wrote about the time when I watched you; an early evening in early winter, or perhaps late autumn. It was dark outside and we were going out, I'd bounded up the stairs in socked feet, grasping the handrail in easy sweeps, eager to be ready to take you out. Through the crack between door and wall I caught...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby - Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is...
Chapter 1 Kalaya heard the door slam shut and knew her play toy for the night was gone. The evening went as planned, and she got exactly what she wanted. She had come to the club with some friends, acquaintances really, they were just a few women from around her apartment complex. She was looking for a good lay, someone to ease the ache in between her thigh...
Mavis Kicks Ass It was a typical Friday night at the local watering hole in the "Crosse". Smoke haze filled the room as Mavis and her friends enjoyed the evening. Drinks were flowing well and she was feeling little pain as the laughter filled the room. Small in height, Mavis had all the right curves in all the right places and few men walked by without ta...
It was three in the morning, but Erin didn't know that. Her wristwatch and her cellphone had been taken from her when Jack caught her breaking into his house earlier that evening, and even if she still had the wristwatch she wouldn't be able to glance at it restrained as she was. She kept time by watching the shadows fall with the streetlight that shone thro...