Kathy had a perfect little life. She had plenty of money. She had no worries and no cares. Everything in her life was going along perfectly. To look at all that she had materialistically, anyone would envy her lifestyle. The house, the cars, the trips, the clothes, and the jewelry, she had it all. Fortune without fame and flying beneath the radar is always...
As my user name here suggests, I think of myself as a good man - except when I sit down to write. Then I give my imagination free rein, a lot of incest apparently, not that I personally have ever been tempted. At the moment, I need a new plot, so I am taking a side track. This is all true, but don't get your hopes up. If you want sexual couplings, read my st...
XIXThe Good of the CountryEric Esterhazy MP2045 Eric was infuriated. The Prime Minister had just humiliated him in front of the whole Cabinet. What kind of a woman was she? An out and out bitch, that's what. Moreover, it wasn't as if he could defend himself by claiming that he'd been misquoted since his words had been broadcast live on national television...
I am driving to meet my boyfriend to play tennis at a posh new country club in Hollywood. I am thinking how this past year has been so wonderful for me. Yamaguchi Enterprises, for which I had worked nearly all my life, was finally expanding to the United States. They selected me to be the Marketing Vice President of their new business located in Los Angeles....
Martin is a tall, handsome American with blue eyes, brown wavy hair, and an infectious smile. In his late 20s, he began his career as a construction engineer with the KFC Corporation after receiving his degree. Martin then has traveled the world overseeing the building of restaurants on several continents. His most recent project has taken him to Tamale, Gha...
On a cul-de-sac, toward the base of Squaw Peak along the Wasatch front, there's a hatchback pulling out from a drive-way. There were dozens in the Orem-Provo area: with technology firms, university professors, and financial businessmen that claimed these development communities. They were young models of American families: two small kids, a dog, a Roth IRA,...
Part I The bald brown head bobbed between Baraka's legs, an unseen tongue arcing up into the delicious crease between them. She lay back on the silk cushions of the divan and sighed, one sandaled foot on the floor, the other on the divan. Her body flushed from the sensation and a white veil of passion descended over her mind. Jirash was the best of the men...
A true story When I was 18 we went camping on the Colorado River. I was tall, had long sable hair to the bottom of my tight virgin ass, and looked much older than 18. My skin was dark from many hours out in the beautifully hot sun, and from my own Native American heritage. My already large breasts were full and ripe, and even a slight breeze could make thos...
Introduction I began to realize that drugs, sex and booze had taken their toll on me when I stumbled into the administration building with a horrible hangover to pick up my diploma around 4pm. "Why'd ya miss graduation?," said the cheeky ass wipe of a secretary at the desk. I gave her the finger. "Magnus, M-A-N-G-U-S, gimme my diploma or I'll vomit all ov...
Present Day Damn! Damn! Damn! My God! My God! What have I done? I smell sex; it is unmistakable but it is strangely one-sided...I want to puke. My head is clearing of the booze and coke. I am beginning to comprehend why it seems one-sided. "Mmmmm....hug me baby, you... you guys...mmmm; you wear me out." My wife murmurs as she turns and adjusts to align h...