Thank you, LarryInSeattle, for using your editorial skills to ease my anxieties about publishing this very personal story. * *** * Oh, how we fucked that summer! For the rest of that week before my job started, we were together just about minute Krysten wasn't working at the burger joint. Once I started my job as a camp counselor, I'd slip away to be with...
The rhythm of the rails was all they heard... "Sir? Sir? Sorry for waking you up..." Tom stirred from his nap and forced his eyes open at the sound of the conductor's voice, turning his head toward him. The train - Amtrak's Empire Builder to Chicago - hadn't even left Portland yet, and he had already dozed off; the past two weeks had been intense and he...
Sia laughs softly, the laugh followed by a soft eeking sound and a gasp as she is pulled onto Wyxt's lap, naked as she is, her large, heavy tits being fondled by her beloved. Sitting on Wyxt's lap as she is, her body can be admired rather fully now especially since those hands massaging her breasts and especially those lips teasing her ears make her aroused...
As I explain in the body of the story which follows, although black/white relationships are common today, in the 60's, when this took place, they were not. It was a first for Linda. Like many others of our generation it came not only to be accepted in our circles, but even sought out when the urge for sex dulled inhibitions even further. Linda was lucky enou...
*NB: this chapter is told from the view point of Ashley* There was something about Vespa that made me happy, but I just could not place it. When she brought us food and was sitting so close to me I felt at ease, as if she was someone I trusted. I believed in fate and the supernatural because it was such an important part of my life growing up. My mother w...
(This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so please be kind with your comments. I feel that every story needs context so if your looking for the juicy bits, you'll have to read for a while until things start heating up. Unfortunately, the story and its characters are a figment of my imagination. One day I hope it does come true.) * I keeping with other...
ACHTUNG: If you read my last story, (Wings Over Germany) you know that there will be a lot of fluff before the actual event takes place. Be patient, patience is rewarded in my stories. The names of places and people in this story are accurate, but the events are completely fiction. Please don't look any of these people up, or I will come to your house and su...
******** Drake Residence ********* When Jordan arrived at the airport the ticket agent told him the next available flight to Miami was in the morning. Still reeling from the sight of his wife fucking a total stranger, he sat in the waiting area rather than go back to the hotel. Pulling a book from his carry-on he tried to read but the images of his wife sti...
The front door bell rang and it was the girl from the agency and the young woman destined to be the Astonbury's new housekeeper. Lord Astonbury himself opened the door and as instructed by her boss the pretty young Agency girl kissed him chastely on the cheek, before introducing Allison. Lord Astonbury invited them in and followed them into the reception lou...
As a successful free-lance author, George Boxlicker is sometimes hired to write copy for advertising agencies with clients who don't object to paying high fees. He likes this kind of work alright; it pays well, but the agencies, usually being on tight deadlines, always make more demands on his time than others who contract his services. For instance, they in...