This is a continuation of the previous Sailing Adventure story. Several readers asked for "the rest of the story," so here it is for your reading pleasure. ***** Thursday when I arrived at the site for my usual computer maintenance, I wasn't sure what kind of reception to expect with Barbara after our sailing weekend. Barbara was smiling when she greeted...
In the months following her fiasco with the locker room and Dr. Piston, Christine swore she wouldn't do anymore adventures. She would focus on work and golf club improvements to keep busy. Day in and day out working at the club, she would walk the course. Unfortunately, she found that her thoughts started to betray her. She began picturing herself running na...
Author's note: This is a first for me: It's the first and depending on your comments and reception it also might be the last exclusively heterosexual Story I've written. Please let me know what you think about their relationship or if my Master is too nice to his pet. Thanks in advance, R. W. ------------------------------------------ Summary: After more t...
Characters are borrowed from The Blacklist; I do not own them, only my ideas. :) ***** The elevator ground to a halt three floors from their destination. Not again, she thought. Just last week she had been trapped in the same elevator with the same man under very nearly the same circumstances. "They really need to hire some new maintenance people," Raymon...
I had developed a weekly date night for some healing self-love. I'd put on soft music, often something ethereal and New Age, light some candles, and open my body to my own deep pleasure. It was always also something of a safe space to experiment, though I admit you can only experiment so much on your own. Maybe that's why I became less and less careful about...
Chapter One It was the summer of 1965. I had just finished my second year of the doctoral program at a major midwestern university, while my wife Cathy had graduated from the same university, and was preparing to begin graduate school in the fall. We had been married for about eight months. Money was tight, so it really helped out a lot that we both were ab...
Whilst driving back through France from our holiday. We stopped off to take some pictures at a horse racing track near Forge-les-Eaux. We had taken some pictures at this location the year before. These were very well received on a number of web sites and we filmed ourselves fucking with the horse track as a background and posted the video captures. Once g...
Call me, Ahab, this is the tale of my embarrassing day at work, a humiliating story in which the lady I've been pining after for quite some time now, a sharp, attractive businesswoman with a flirty side, saw me completely naked. I was never absolutely certain where it was that she worked, but, my crush Ming Zhao's routine involved passing by my workplace, an...
A Quiet Kind of Cool © There is no sex in this story. I hated the rain. I sat in the cab of the truck watching it hit the windshield and listening to it bang on the roof. It wasn't a nice soft summer rain; it was a gully washer. When the wind blew, I could see the sheets of water washing across the parking lot. It wasn't a hurricane, but it sure looked lik...
Puddledrip Academy is a prestigious university located in Britain. All of the students come here to enhance their knowledge and develop their career opportunities. The university has been around since the 1700s and is constantly modernised to suit modern standards. Even the plumbing is updated regularly, ensuring that the pipes keep things flowing smoothly....