Author's Note: For a better understanding of the characters read Make Believe 1 and 2. On our way home down the 405 Freeway Rita and I began talking about how well Steve and Julie compared with other couples we've met for sex in the past. Rita said, "Bernie, that was one of the best pairs yet. That they looked so young even though we knew they were of legal...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
'Twas the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was woken from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes by a thump and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling then a man's voice cursing. Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose...
His work-roughened hands gently molded her ample breasts, rolling the swollen nipples between his fingers as his tongue trailed down her torso. His brown eyes locked with hers as he found the juncture between her thighs and his mouth finally sought out her aching core. Gina knew it wouldn't take long for him to bring her over the edge to an earthshaking......
The next morning I woke up before Lisa. She was asleep on the far side of the bed, naked as usual. I was kind of down. It had been a great weekend, but today was the last day. Tomorrow we would be heading home. I reached over and ran my hand down Lisa's naked ass. She stirred a little and turned over onto her back. I took advantage of the situation and light...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...
Peter and I were sitting together eating our lunch in the cafeteria. Peter is in sales and I am in product development, which means that we make good lunch companions because we don't give a damn about the other people in our respective departments. We are opposites in many ways: he is stylish, I am a Sears wannabe; he is married and I am "between girlfriend...
I was incredibly nervous. I hadn't been on a date since I broke up with my ex a month and a half ago, and I've never been good at this dating crap. I met this girl online, so I had a vague idea of what to expect, but you never REALLY know. I saw the warning videos in school, I knew that the likelihood of anyone you meet online being a 50 year old bald pedoph...
This is the first of what I hope to be many stories. The bulletin board got me started. I found that once I began putting my 'nasty little thoughts' down in print, my mind just got carried away. Some of what I write is a mechanism for personal therapy. As you read my posts and hopefully my stories, you will discover what can happen to someone raised in a to...
Chapter 2: Saturday Night Chris closed her eyes. Water flowed over her body in warm streams from the showerhead above. She tilted her head back and let her hair guide the water down her back. She felt the water on her breasts and stomach and ass and legs. Chris considered staying in the shower the rest of the day. The 29-year-old woman looked down at her f...