A while back, I dated this woman, Shari, for a while. She was in her 30s, divorced with a couple of kids. She wasn't beautiful, but she was attractive. She had a Rubenesque figure, with big, round breasts and a nice full ass. Shari had a wicked sense of humor - you know the type, she could skewer anybody's neuroses, although that's what drove us apart later...
By the time I pulled my car into our driveway, most of the semen coating me from head to toe had dried to a flaking crusty shell. I stuck to the driver's seat as I climbed out on wobbly legs. The sun was just coming up and I hurried to get inside the house before any neighbors saw me like this. I started a pot of coffee, put the gallon jug of sperm in the f...
Dangerous Woman The screen door banged shut behind her as she came back into the house, loaded down with bags. The shopping trip with Cathy had seemed like a weirdly exhilarating reality-show segment, where a dumpy housewife gets to spend far too much money on gorgeous clothes. Except that Melissa hadn't felt the least bit dumpy, even when the clothes weren...
It was all a dream, thought Adam. It was the only explanation that seemed to fit the facts. There was no Academy. Monica is safe here with me. None of it really happened. Adam looked back and forth between Eve and Monica. He concluded he was still dreaming. The evening had had a dreamlike quality from the beginning. This isn't going to be a good dream, he...
Slave/slut, Fannie, tells her husband how she craves being a dirty whore! (To my loyal readers. I have received many emails from you in regards to skipping over Fannie's slave training. I have been working on that part of her story for some time and I am happy to announce that you will be able to read every detail in my next chapter. I thank you for your p...
Chapter 3: Making friends I took another long sip from the glass in front of me. My smile disappeared as I grimaced from the taste. This was not the fruity cocktail I was used to. No mixer tainted this concoction of liquors. This was pure and undiluted. My lips tingled but that might have something to do with those sweet lips that were just caressing mine....
He looked down at his watch and it was 4:45pm. Fifteen more minutes until he got to leave the office for a 3 day weekend. His wife and kids were planning a quiet weekend of grilling and just hanging out and he was totally looking forward to just relaxing. Just then there was a notification on his phone - a text message. "Hey sexy, I know you are free, tonig...
It's long after midnight. One more paper to grade. I take a deep breath and a last swig of cold coffee. The assignment had been to write a story about lost love. My mistake. Seems these students are too young to describe such emotional upheavals convincingly. Or maybe they just don't dare to be honest. Anyway, Isabelle is my last hope. She's the beauty with...
A few weeks after we returned from the Rally in Cocoa, Tony's cellphone rang one Friday evening. "Hello, this is Tony." "Hey man, how's it hanging?" Tony immediately recognized Cole's voice. "Same old, same old, pal. What's up with you?" "Just wondering if you're going on the club ride tomorrow and if your pillion is open," Cole replied. "I am and it is....
Author's note: You are all wonderful people. Thank you for your support. Thank you to my muse, who has not only inspired, but has also edited everything for me. If this is your first encounter with Melanie, you might like to read the earlier chapters first. This is the final chapter of Melanie. ***** They settled in a pavement café on Boul'Mich, a bott...