[The inspiration for this work of fiction came from an e-mail joke, one that I had received umpteen dozen time before. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. The reality of the locations and the principal two characte...
This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and write a comment if you like. * I was on another planet. Or in heaven. Thien, who I couldn't remember a week or so back, had taken me on such an adventure. From awkward virgin, to petting each other (and ourselves) to my first blowjob, wit...
The phone rang. Looking at the number on the display, he smiles. A brief hello, and he buzzes her through and the night begins. Nervously he paces, muttering to himself about control, about being strong and above all, the one in charge. The knock at the door, it is hesitant, scared. He moves silently and looks out the peep-hole and there she stands, her face...
One hour. "Correction," he reminded himself, "one fucking hour." That's how long Michael had been in traffic trying to get back from work. It was normally only a twenty-minute drive from his office complex in the Upper-Side to his apartment, but there had been some rain that drenched the roads and flooded out one of the bridges. It was pretty bad— two...
Kat gets a massage and Annette watches. Resume. Peggy had her massage and it was even better than she could dream of. She told Kathryn (Kat) and Annette about it. Both Kat and Annette are sexually active women. Well that's an understatement, they both love sex, men, gangbangs, cum and all the pleasure that a good and active sex life can give. Like Peggy, bo...
This story is fictional, though obviously inspired by reality. Many thanks to the editor for their good and important comments and feedback. Please note that the story is in English, but some of the dialogue is French. ------------------------------------------- I ran into Rachel in the Gare du Nord, literally walked into her. She was buzzing along at her...
He was back at his apartment with Wholesome Carrie. It had been several weeks since the storm encounter, but he'd gone out doing things with her a few times, always on weekends: she was adamant about Saturdays only. He knew she was living with her parents, in a basement room, and she'd been out of the country for at least two years, probably longer, doing...
It is a cool spring morning as the sun begins to creep over the horizon. There is a mist hanging in the air that only adds to the beauty of the encroaching sunrise. All we have with us are the clothes on our back and a small overnight bag. You start the engine of your bike and I climb on behind you. I wrap my arms tight around your waist and we take off from...
Her breasts were small. Not that they in any way bothered me; I adored them. It's just that I've been thinking about them for a couple of days. I seem to have been lucky to not have noticed there was any woman that was my 'type.' I've never really worried about a particular hair color, nose size, or fashion style. In retrospect, there certainly have been c...
It had been a very cold, windy, and wet week for me. The week started with a lot of rain on Monday, then Tuesday came very blustery winds at 15 MPH, Wednesday the temperature was really low, as in the early 30s, and it was all three on Thursday. I had been going to and from work, all bundled up with a scarf, gloves, hats, and warm coats along with my work cl...