Cheyenne, Wyoming. I'm hot, tired, and thirsty from a long drive, and I want to drink. I also want to bone. It's been awhile. While I'm checking in at the dumpy hotel I'm staying at in the shadow of the historic train depot, the Sikh who owns the place says I should check out a "gentlemen's club" on the outskirts of town called The Fool's Lair. He puts...
I met this young lady last night at one of our favorite night spots. Her name was Eve. She was petite, beautiful and had this amazing stunning figure. She was every man's dream. But she was more than that. She was gregarious and had a warm personality. It was a sexual encounter like no other. She said she had a man in her life but that night she wasn't with...
Did you ever wonder about those extra buttons that come with suits and sport coats? You know the ones in a little plastic bag in the inside pocket? I mean what's that all about? Does the tailor think we can't find a small black plastic replacement button costing one penny when we need one? I mean you all have a special drawer in your armoire with all these s...
Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Copyright © 2014 Tess Quince All Rights Reserved Chapter Seven BEN SHEPPARD CALLS ME A few hours after I stormed out on Susan. Danielle is right, he does have a sexy phone voice. The first thing I say is "Thank you for breakfast...and the flowers...and the gift." "You're welcome," he says in that...
Chapter 5 The next day at work Aly got a phone call from a very upset friend. Heather was bawling on the phone about her husband Jason and how she was going to loose him and their marriage was falling apart. "Aly you've got to help me, he's not happy with me at all, and he always complains. I need you to teach me what to do." Heather cried. "What do you m...
This story was written as a personal one for a vey special lady in my life. My slut. I asked her if I could share it with everyone here and she said she would be honoured. So if after having read it you realise you have enjoyed it then it's all thanks to her. She knows who she is and what she does to me and how I feel about her........... I call to collect...
January 1998 This is the worst part. The part where I'm standing on a precarious little icy step that doesn't seem entirely stable, leading to some upper-basement studio apartment that doesn't seem entirely clean, and I'm probably, stupidly, going to slip and fall just before they'll answer the door. I won't even get to the part where I have to mumble some...
Last November, on my forty-third birthday, my wife Abby gave me a special birthday present by making a fantasy of mine come true. Abby remembered that I'd once accidentally blurted out my fantasy of wanting to put on a private masturbation and sex show for some woman other than Abby. I realized that I'd hurt Abby with that revelation and dropped the matter q...
Please note that all characters within this story are 18 years old or older, unless specified otherwise. This story takes place in high school, which means that a high school senior is typically age 18. All feedback and votes are appreciated. ***** Oak Ridge High was a small town school nestled on the highest point in Oak Hills. The school's football fiel...
"You can stay with me, it's no problem." "You sure? I don't want it to get weird." "What would be weird about this? It's just two friends living together." "I know. . . but all it takes is one drunken night." "What do you mean?" "You know. It's a classic guy-girl situation. One drunken night and it all falls apart. You either hook up or move out." "So...