"I just want to feel you," she breathed. "Please, I just need to feel you inside me. It's our last chance. I want you to show me what you know." We were just inside her hotel room. The door had barely closed behind us and her hands were fumbling at my belt, while I kissed her deeply between her words. It was late and we had been drinking for a while in the...
As soon as I met Donna at a party, I knew I wanted to be with her. I'm pretty tall, six-five, and she was five-eight, so we are at least in the same part of the stratosphere. She was bubbly and fun with wavy blond hair down just past her shoulders and her body, well, she's slender and curvy with beautiful long legs and a nice figure. Really she's got great b...
Just for Rob. Not knowing what your relationship is with Sue in regards to you sharing her with others I will have to take some liberties in creating a scenario, which puts her with me/us. With that said, let me thank you for the picture with her beautifully pointed nipples so prominently displayed. After numerous contacts via emails, phone calls and faxes...
This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance of the characters to a person in real life is purely coincidental. _________________________ Mike is a 36 year old man who lost his wife 10 years ago in a car accident. He was never able to have kids before she passed and they had been married only a couple of years. They were high school sweethearts and...
It was an unusually warm October evening and I was debating on how to best spend my time tonight. Tomorrow was a day off from work so I had no need to hang at home to be prepared for anything in the morning. I have some off the wall beliefs so I will not tell you my real name, but I will use Erika, a name I always liked. My job is one where I must remain bey...
"Hey, Joe," said Steve, a regular who sat at the same bar stool every day for a couple years, "who's the old guy at the end of the bar?" Joe looked down the bar studying the man in his 60's sipping his drink. "He comes here this day every year to celebrate the death of a friend. He drinks enough to get drunk, pays his tab, and leaves. I don't see him again...
I was born and raised in the little town of Roadville. The only reason the town of Roadville existed was that we were half way between a lot of other important places. Thus, there was need for gas stations, vehicle repair services, low-end restaurants, bars and girlie places. There was also a need for people to staff the various dead end jobs available in R...
I'm a vindictive bastard. Not all the time of course. You don't get to run a chain of convenience stores without a degree of likeability. In fact if you met me, that is the first thing you would note. I am extremely affable. Just don't cross me. I will extract vengeance on you. Not revenge; vengeance. OK you want examples. I used to play rugby, still do oc...
The evening we spent at the home of Greta, was fantastic, she laid on an excellent meal, her chicken casserole with some very acceptable white wine and the chocolate feast of a desert was as they say 'to die for'. The Bailey's loosened a few tongues nicely and we heard two different stories on a subject not previously raised directly, virginity, or, more pre...
There is a god. And it only costs $7 to see him in a G-string. I went there alone. My best friend was supposed to come with me, but she couldn't get a babysitter, so she cancelled at the last minute. I was a little disappointed, I'll admit that. Going to a nightclub to watch male strip-tease is much more fun if you have a friend with you, a friend with whom...