I usually wake up very early -- sometimes as early as 3AM. I am the kind of person who, once awake, has to get out of bed. Then, several hours later, I find my eyelids drooping and end up taking a nap. Fortunately, I am self-employed and work from home, so this is not a conflict. The morning I am writing about was no exception. Up at 4AM, coffee, reading and...
I am not a writer (as you will obviously see), but I thought readers here might enjoy the relating of sexual experiences I have enjoyed through the years. You never know where a new set of circumstances will lead. ***** Air travel is so hectic these days, with all the security and long lines, that I was happy to have been upgraded to first class. I was eve...
During the night, Emma became vaguely aware of a sensation at her thighs. Someone was stroking them. Someone with long, pianist's fingers. Someone who smelled like fresh air. Looking up, she saw Ethan's red hair glinting in the twilight as he drew invisible patterns on her hips and thighs. He was naked and, dear God, he was beautiful. Sinewy cords of muscle...
Ethan stood at his locker, leaning back against the wall. The school looked different from his new perspective, and he wasn't sure what it was that was different. It was the first day of classes in his senior year. He looked around at the people he had known since grade school. How odd to see them all so grown-up and mature-looking. He was eighteen now. On t...
The Boss has a new PA. Charley started this morning, hanging up her denim jacket and snaking slowly across the office towards Kate’s old desk. Kate quit last Friday – she said he’d been ‘harassing’ her. Her replacement: this sexy, full-breasted blonde with tortoiseshell glasses giving her a deceptively innocent look. Glasses or no, she walks like a lap dan...
I grabbed the bottle of tequila from Kate's hand and brought it to my lips. The clear liquid burned as it slid down my throat, but it was defiantly working to bolster my courage. "Why the hell did I let you talk me into this again?" I asked her as she tried to pry the bottle from my iron grip. "Because you are the only one that can actually dance MJ," she...
The following is a short, romantic, non-erotic story that when I started it I thought it would be a quick stroke piece, but the more I wove the characters in my mind the more I saw this as something that was just simply sweet. I hope you like this tiny light read. ~ Red * The house was quiet, the calm before the storm, some would say. For Natalie and Brian...
The weed was almost tart, and clean, and Gloria wished she could handle it. She was easily addicted to things, and she worked hard not to smoke weed or tobacco. Debbie was more confident. Debbie had her feet up, and was watching some basketball game on silent. "Bitch it's been a minute. How you been?" "Good. I been good. You?" "Dibbling and dabbling. J...
The firmness of her round ass caresses my rough hand as I painstakingly slowly slide it up her thigh and beneath her panties. The heat from her idling internal combustion engine is apparent and warms my hand as I gently feel her soft smooth skin. Her warmth is sweeter, because I fully appreciate and understand her deep-seated yearnings to feel a firm knowing...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...