Freedom Summer, they called it, the summer when three civil rights workers were murdered by a mob of Ku Klux Klansmen. It was the summer after The Beatles splashed on to the American cultural scene and the summer of the '64 New York World's Fair. It was the summer when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and the summer before Lyndon Johnson's land...
We lay there for what seems forever, your hand resting on my hip. I wiggle, trying to get more comfortable. Immediately, a groan escapes you. Your fingers flex on my hip, and I feel you growing hard against my back side. Still not comfortable, I move around a bit. Squeezing my hip, you hiss in my ear, "If you don't stop moving neither one of us is going to...
Work was really tiresome and I couldn't believe how long I was at the office again and my eyes were strained from staring at pages and pages of writing. I dropped off my bag and hung my coat in the closet, slipping off my shoes and dying to take off my pantyhose. I slipped my dress up above my head and threw it in the hamper for a three point shot from where...
Brandi squirmed against the driver's seat as she waited in the impatient traffic. Her husband would be getting lucky tonight. She closed her eyes as she lost herself to the imagined sensation of hsi body pressing against hers, his cock filling her up, the wonderful orgasm that- A horn blared behind her, shocking her back to the five o'clock freeway. The cars...
This story follows directly the events chronicled in "Backstage With Taylor Swift, Pt. 5". It can be read as a stand-alone, of course. Events mentioned in this story also refer to a five-part story arc, "Meeting Lindsay Lohan," also written by the author. Again, not reading those stories will not detract from this story, but will add knowledge of the events...
The night was amazing. Great food, great conversation and it was about to end with great sex. We had gone out to a five star restaurant for dinner. And like a simmering pot on a red hot stove, I was getting closer and closer to boiling over. It had been months since I'd had that big hard cock in any hole and sitting across from it while we made polite conver...
Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. * On the first day of April, I was alone in the house with Carmen when the phone rang. Carmen picked up and I heard her gasp. From her side of the conversation I gathered that someone was hurt and in the hospital. After a moment, Carmen hung up and fill...
Reading the first chapter will bring you up to date for this one. Strong sexual content. * Several weeks had past and Fay was starting her day at work and looked at the schedule for which patients were due today. She worked at a VA hospital in the physical therapy department teaching arm amputees how to use their prosthetics. She had lost all of her right...
"Trust me." Why is it that when I hear those words from your mouth, I can't wait to see what's next? Over the past few years our "relationship" has grown from tentative to hot to downright inspiring. Tantalizing. Stimulating even, in more ways than one. We've found that we both enjoy coming up with new ideas that the other might not dream up. Whether it be...
Denmark I walked into my apartment and took a long sigh. It was finally over. I was divorced from Kevin. Divorces inherently have terribly bitter times. I was grateful I had a beacon of hope. The light that shined like a lighthouse in the darkest of days arose from an unlikely source, an online Mistress. I never romantically kissed another woman or anything...