Anna had just settled down on the sofa, the television playing in the background when Arin stepped through the door. He always had a radiant smile on his face when he first saw her and tonight was no different. He sat his things down on the table by the door and plopped down on the floor in front of her. The show they often watched together had just started....
The same day that Ria Ortega boarded a plane to head to Argentina, Jarvis Cleethorpe was rushing down a hall in the Langley, Virginia headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency. He had a meeting with the man known simply as "Black Oak," the man who was in charge of a number of projects at the CIA, including the one to identify and eliminate the South Am...
As we walked through the woods chatting happily, I couldn't help but notice Gina's curvy waist and hips from my position two paces behind her. Gina isn't a classic beauty, but she is a beauty nonetheless with her unusual facial structure, clear blue eyes, and very womanly body. Tall and wide-hipped, she has always intrigued me, and although she has been the...
Melissa asked, "Would you shave me?" "Certainly. Shave you, give you a full-body massage, scrub you in the shower, wash your hair, paint your toenails or rub your lipstick off with my lips. I'm your volunteer." "You volunteered to shave Emma." "And, I meant it. If it's Ok with you I'd be happy to shave Emma, Jo and Barb. It's an act of intimacy, of friend...
OK I hope you all like this chapter. I know Mr. Ass w/o a name will most likely bitch like the baby he is but so be it. Those who enjoy my stories I thank you for all the good and constructive advise you have given me. To Mr. Ass w/o a name, fuck off. Enjoy: That night I tossed and turned and kept thinking about mark and what we had done and what he want...
I left Tim's with a card in my pocket that could either transform or ruin my life. Did I want to learn what Alex had promised or should I run the other way. The appointment was two days from now, so I had time to think about what I really wanted to do. Returning home I found a note on the bed and an empty closet. The note read, "You are a good person but I n...
I often look back and think about how it all started. I don't remember making a conscience decision to submit to my wife or to hand over control but...well let me start at the beginning. We had been married about 5 years or so, the sex was still good but it had become a little routine, we had been taking each other for granted I guess. Jenny had some girl-...
Well, once again, I've fallen in love with my characters. This is the fifth part of their story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the preceding parts first will provide context. The reader should know upfront that this story flirts with incest. However, there is no actual incest. This story is, of course, a work of fictio...
I am a very hairy woman. Ever since I was a teenager I fantasized about hairy men and women and I had masturbated many times thinking not only of the extremely hairy body of Tom Selleck but also the bushy underarms of Madonna. The photographs of Madonna with her arms stretched over her head showing jet-black bushy armpits are etched forever in my memory. La...
When I awoke on Sunday morning, Marge was still nestled up to me, breathing softly. I had my usual morning hard-on and felt an urgent need to piss. I disentangled myself and made my way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. It was apparent that Marge had been up sometime during the night, my clothing was carefully folded and placed on the dirty clothes ha...