Alias: Carlie Christina (C.C.) Sorenston, new flight attendant Mission: To rescue a flight full of world leaders from terroist plot Location: A flight en route to a world summit in San Francisco from New York City For my new mission, I had to go undercover as a flight attendant for a new airline. The new airline I had been referred to is Fairway Airlines....
Sunlight spilled into the room, seeming to sparkle as it hit the white and cream sheets, causing them to give off a warm luminescence. It slid over Terri's bare skin, heating her pale flesh. Sheets crumpled as she rolled over languidly, groaning in ecstasy over the warm light. Her back was bared to the caressing sun, her smooth skin coming aglow. Suddenly,...
Want to personalize this story? Cut and paste it to a word processing program in your computer (just make sure it is somewhere safe), and use the "Find and Replace" feature to change the names to anything you like. * Doug and Kelly moved in across the street a few months ago. We are in the country, so they were about a half mile away, but we went to greet...
This and future follow-up stories are based on fact. As an aging male of tall and solid build, I had started to give up on the possibility of further sexual encounters, but sometimes miracles happen. This is just such a story. Well here I was at another damned exhibition. My lady partner of many years had got us involved in promoting a health product that...
She stood staring at the man walking towards her... he was tall and sexy, broad shouldered with long legs. Those intense wicked eyes of his bored into her very soul... She could feel her face turn slightly pink as her thoughts were quite provocative and more than a little naughty. Her legs felt too exposed... her breasts a little too large... her hips perhap...
As I walk through the halls of the University of Ottawa in the Canadian Capital, I see a lot of Arab guys with White girls. I shake my head, and shudder. Why am I doing this? Am I some of racist? Am I intolerant? Far from it. In fact, I could tell you a thing or two about real intolerance. My name is Mona Bagis, and I'm a Turkish Christian woman who recently...
The secluded stretch of beach was a safe haven from the stress of my cluttered life. Sitting on a blanket, I'd spent countless evenings on the moonlit sand enthralled by the resonant roar of the rushing surf. Listening intently, I could hear the talented mimic of a solitary night bird punctuating the silence. The moisture laden breeze, infused with the scent...
THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL STORY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PRSONS IS STRICTLY COINCIDENTAL. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY STORIES OF SEXUAL CONTEXT DO NOT READ. It was at the beginning of my shift, working 7pm to 7am, when I checked the list of employees that would be working with me the entire night. The census was low so I new we would be short staffed. Just as...
My breasts have always been big. From the moment they sprouted, my first year of junior high, they were big -- so that I had to bind them down, or they would have stuck out like a high school senior's. Even then, no matter how tightly I bound them, they were still noticeable enough that the boys would whistle and shout catcalls about them, every day at schoo...
Sue walked into the store casually. She knew today would be the day to purchase that special item. She glanced around at all the articles lining the walls until her gaze finally settled on the back wall. There it was. The salesperson walked over and Sue was startled. Most of the time, at least in this kind of boutique, the hired help was female. Yet standi...