It was almost noon the next day when an unknown number popped up on Chris' phone. He almost didn't answer it...Then remembered he had given Larissa his number, but didn't have hers. "Hello?" "Hi," a soft, feminine voice answered on the other end. "I didn't wake you, did I?" "No," Chris scoffed and pretended to be offended. "I woke up 10 minutes ago." Lari...
Kellie Pickler stopped, her bra half-way on, as Taylor's suggestion hung in the room. Taylor Swift, an 18-year-old Country singing star, had asked one of her close friends, 21-year-old Kellie Pickler, also a Country star, to come back to the hotel with Taylor and me. For me, it had started bringing my poor cock back to life. But then, who am I to be involve...
Cupid, God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. Eros, aka Cupid, the God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. "Cupid! What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sleeping or, at least, trying to sleep." "Get up, Eros. Get out of bed. You're going to be late," said Psyche Cupid's wife. "Late? Late for what?" "Valent...
Lindsay stood outside of Captain Nieves' office. She was wearing a tight skirt and a tight blue blouse which complemented her huge breasts. Her hair was up and she was wearing her glasses. "Come in Detective Davis." Captain Nieves shouted from behind the closed door. Lindsay walked in and shut the door behind her. "So, Detective, what can I do for you?...
Author's note: This is a sequel to "When is Revenge too Much?" That story needs to be read to understand this one. If you were one of those who did not want me to write a sequel, don't read this. My last attempt at a sequel to another story was poorly written. I hope this is a better attempt. If not, let me know. ***** Oscar had heard that the best revenge...
“Mom, is that Kate Beckinsale?” I laughed as I realized that it really was her at the lead of this group of visitors in a very crowded old family home. “Yes, it is. Kate, would you like to say something to my son, Phil?” Mom assured me and asked Kate, who blushed as much as her complexion allowed and cleared her throat. “Well, love, it’s really quite simpl...
*Trust is a thought that lives, grows, withers and dies. We nurture it to either end* (Special thanks to SweetGasps and GingerVye for firing up this story in my mind) (Lindsay) When she knocked on the door she was worried. Cassidy hadn't been by to the gym which was so unlike her. She had been torn between calling and showing up, deciding to show up in...
*Sex is a game of the mind; the body follows along* (This is as much a story of seduction as it is of control) (The genesis of this story was the comment that someone was curious about the relationship between Cassidy and Lindsay; something I had not given much thought. To SweetGasps; I owe partial credit for this creation and I hope they like it.) (Cassi...
Sheryl needed something different in her life. She felt like sex had become boring and routine over the past six months and needed to do something about it. She had always enjoyed the thrill of a new partner or a new technique, but it seemed like that had all disappeared of late. Sheryl mentioned this to her close friend, Teddy, over coffee one afternoon. S...
This story contains foot fetishism and interracial sex. So please skip this story if either or both of these two subject matters bother you. Constructive criticism and positive feedback is always welcomed! ***** "Dammit Kevin are you going to talk to me or what?" Lindsay said, while playfully kicking her friend in the side as he focused on the t.v. screen...