The following is written in multiple first person point of view. The characters speak, not me. It is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle...
"Oh fuck, I'm late!" Speaking quickly into her cell phone, 41-year old Natalie Franklin grinds her white high heel harder down on the accelerator of the BMW. On the other end of the line, a very girlish laugh is heard. "What are you giggling at, Tracy?" "It's just funny," she vaguely announces in a very soft voice. "What?" demands Natalie, already frus...
After that night of hot encounters with my stepsister and her cheerleader friends, which involved steamy sex and their pantyhose, I wound up attending almost all the football games they were cheering in; I just couldn't get enough of watching these young women in their hot cheerleader uniforms and gorgeous legs, wearing pretty tops, skirts, white socks, snea...
This is a quickie I wrote simply because there are no stories about these lovely ladies (Elisha Cuthbert & Mia Kirshner) out there on the net. For those who don't know, they starred on the amazingly well done Fox series "24" last season, and Elisha will be back for the second season in a few weeks. Both are quite sexy and I hope you enjoy the story. If it's...
Callie was sitting at her desk at work, her mind wandering back to the previous night with her husband. Paul, her husband of two years, was three years her senior at twenty-six years old. They had met when she was just nineteen, he had proposed to her less than a year later and they were married just a month after her twenty-first birthday. Their sex life wa...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ***************************** The taxi cab drops me off in front of your house. The driver knows it's on your account, knows what I am, has been here many...
Sally and Mark had been friends of ours for a long time. My wife Sandy used to work with Sally in an estate agency in London and we often met up and went out for meals followed by visits to night clubs. We used to dance with each other's wives and there had been a bit of smooching but never anything more. Sandy and Sally both enjoyed a glass or two of wine...
She came by one day a few months after their divorce while Kevin was away on a business trip. When I opened the door, she looked fabulous, as if she had done a makeover. "Kim! Hi! What brings you up here?" I asked, trying to mask my sudden excitement at seeing her look so good. She was wearing a two-piece sort of business outfit. It was a crushed black-vel...
I walked in and was instantly captured by his groove. He was tethered to the stage by his bass guitar. We couldn't escape each other's gaze; it was palpable enough to make others uncomfortable as the night went on. There was a constant line of sight between us through the crowd, an electric river no one dared to tread. The uneasiness kept us amused as I move...
Emma had gotten more and more comfortable with her job over the last few weeks. She still hadn't worked up the courage to tell her parents what she was really doing each day, but each load down her throat felt like a step in the right direction. Emma had fucked everything from janitors to CEOs - and gotten paid for it. It felt great doing it in another body...