My story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner Julie. Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, Julie was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previo...
Mandy was sitting on her beautiful white leather sofa and was deep in conversation with her long time friend Helen, and as usual she was talking about, or rather moaning about, the unsatisfactory state of her sex life. "The problem is that Jake just isn't interested anymore, well, not really, anyway – he's too bloody busy trying to earn more fucking money!...
It had been five years since he had kissed her that one time in her car. That afternoon she had been tempted to take him back to her beach front condo and fuck his brains out. They were friends; he was a hunk. She knew he had fucked one of the office girls, also a friend of hers; she had received a blow by blow description of their carnal activities. He was...
Until I met Susie I didn't have much of an idea what innuendo meant. For all I knew, it could've been an Italian brand of suppository. I still remember that evening quite clearly. There were about a dozen of us at an informal dinner party hosted by Alan Johnston and Clare Jenkins, celebrating their engagement. We were all in our final year at Edinburgh Univ...
Did you ever wonder what it is that makes you do something that you otherwise would never have done? Is it something that you ate or drank that gives you the idea? Is it the time of day, or the weather conditions, or the way you're dressed that inspires you to get up off your duff and do something? Or is it some sort of sixth sense that prompts you to go ahe...
The Craig's List ad under W4M read, "5'6", tall, fit, active red-head (with bottle help), 55, educated, set in her ways, looking for non-clingy, non-smoking, active, passionate man. Occasional dinners, trips to the museum, cooking together, quiet evenings and lots of active surprises. Not every day. Pic for Pic. Tell me about yourself, I'll answer your quest...
He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed. He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the...
Author's Note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. ********** Peter Mordant, thirty-year-old Head of Production for Culpepper Electronics Ltd, was working late on Friday night and manfully resisted the urge to slam down the telephone; but he couldn't help swearing. "Fuck...
TWO YEARS EARLIER Kelli Milagro Michel stood in front of her body length mirror in her underwear, critiquing her figure. She was getting ready for a date later that day but didn't really feel up to it. Her reflection was actually quite nice if you were to ask any random, hormone-crazed teenage boy, but she didn't think so. She saw a pudgy stomach that coul...
"Ahhhhhh...ohhhh!" Charlie let out rather a louder yell than he meant to, as his cum cascaded out in spurts all over his bathroom basin. "...six, seven, eight." Not bad, he thought considering how many times he had wanked off during the last few days. Problem was Anneka, his sister Emma's new college friend who had come to stay for the last few days. She wa...