"Dammit girl," I muttered to myself as I tied my boots. "Your first time legally drinking and you get carried away..." I trudged down the stairs and locked up the house, let myself into Tori's. As predicted, she was sitting on the couch, watching TV. At least there wasn't a drink in her hand. Not that I had ever been a paragon of sobriety, but depression ai...
(Authors Note: This is inspired by an unusually long and detailed dream I had, that I had unfortunately woken up too early from. It reads best if you start at the first chapter even though it starts slow. But to stay true to the story line and the characters I felt it best to wait for the action instead of rushing things. It's worth the wait, and unlike my s...
The door bell chimed as Denna walked toward the front door. Peering through the window, Jen stood at the edge of the patio with her arms crossed in front of her. "Hey, you made it!" Denna said, while the door continued to open. "Hi Denna, hope I'm not too early." Jen said, as she stepped inside. "You didn't mention a time." As she looked for a clock on th...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. With a little ass play, a naked man finds love from behind with a naked woman on Nude Day. * When she felt my cock nuzzle her ass crack, she leaned back and rhythmically, slowly, and gently humped me to the beat of the music, while I rested my hands on her hips and swayed with her motion. Oh, yeah, she was a...
It was finally the big day. For months, they had talked and dreamed about living together, about sharing the same home, and at last it was coming true. It was a cozy little place in the suburbs, traditional and yet modern. The house, along with the neighborhood, had a sense of class and comfort, but also somehow managed to evoke humility and modesty. He had...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
This is a sequel to my story 'Chance Encounter'. While not absolutely necessary, this story would be better appreciated and understood if that story is read first. ***** At her command I followed Miss Lara out of the club. Actually it hadn't been a command but more an offer to me, to try to prove the veracity and seriousness of the pledge and plea I had...
My wife Karen wasn't looking forward to turning 30. Although she's still as hot and sexy as ever, for some reason it was getting her down. I decided to throw her a special kind of birthday party to cheer her up. Since she's an avid exhibitionist I had an idea that I thought would boost her spirits. I sent out invitations to our friends indicating that woul...
The Hills Tennis Association was a small, relatively insignificant club offering open courts on Sunday afternoons. The roadside court had been claimed by three men in their late forties and early fifties. Brian, Steve and Gary had spent nearly an hour warming up and waiting for their friend George. "He's never been this late," Brian declared, wiping sweat f...
When Daddy got home from work, Patti was already in the shower. Daddy had called her earlier with the news they were going out for dinner. Daddy walked into the bathroom and joined her in the shower, much to her delight. Daddy helped her wash her hair. She loved the feeling of daddy's fingertips massaging the shampoo, then conditioner through her long stra...