Before she met the motorcycle man, Bettina Heinke would have said that she lived a life that was unusual only in that it was so completely average in practically every way. But the motorcycle man had changed all that. He had changed her, in fact...although sometimes Bettina mused that he had simply awakened something that had always been inside of her...th...
Rosy is a young woman who works at a biker apparel shop called Biker Appeal, which was next door to a Harley-Davidson shop. She loves her job, gives her a rush whether it's the sound of motorcycles running or the scent of freshly shipped new leather jackets that come in the shop by way of the mail. She even set up displays for perfume, cologne, and lip balm....
Five minutes before, I'd been driving down the road about a mile away from work and the engine of my car died. Now I was under the hood, poking around an engine compartment that might as well have been a rocket engine, as much as I knew about it. Could never figure out these new-fangled electronic computerized automobiles. Give me something I can work on by...
My thanks to New Zealand author KJTatts for the inspiration for this story. The following week curtains were in place & firmly drawn in the house across the road when the light came on in the mornings, which put a dampener on the start to my working day. I had got used to seeing the morning display. Then about 8am one morning I was walking back off our c...
Alex had brought a small bag with a change of clothes and toiletries. He was going to shower and change, against my objections, in the downstairs bathroom. I wanted to shower with him, rubbing soap over his hard body as hot water poured down the two of us. I wanted to put his hard, erect penis in my mouth as the hot shower's water fell over my mouth. When I...
You are eating dinner by yourself in an elegant restaurant with white tablecloths and red leather booths and chairs... designer lighting sets a romantic mood... Across the room you notice a man glancing in your direction... he is eating alone also and reading a book of philosophy while waiting for his appetizer to come... We make accidental eye contact......
"You don't want to do that." But I did. Thick sweat coated the clear, glass bottle. When I pressed the icy bottle of water against the side of Kristen's neck, moisture dribbled onto her skin, running a short distance down her back just under the collar. I turned the bottle and pressed again, this time staying long enough to leave a red mark, like a soft hic...
On an impulse, he grabbed his leather jacket from the pile of discarded clothes and spread it on the floor. She happily raised her hips enough for him to slide it beneath her. Some improvisation was called for - he felt he owed her one anyway. It was her keys that got them into the building and into the back room, after all. Their plausible excuse didn't la...
It started as these things usually start, a text message from my Mistress telling me to expect a package and to prepare myself. You think back on the previous packages and the events that followed. The pencil skirt and business attire and the business meeting that followed – actually, it was not the meeting that you think of, but being bent over the conferen...
It was 1987. I was in Indianapolis for business and in a bar next to my hotel. It was a week night and not very crowded. Even if it had been crowded, these two young chicks would have stood out. One was very tall and thin, maybe 6'1", with curly black hair and a huge rack. The other was much shorter, about 5'6", a little curvier with a similarly impressive c...