My week with Eliza went according to plan. We spent the entire week relaxing by the pool and on the beach. It was incredibly soothing to have a week where I could just relax and spend time with a girl I now considered a friend. Eliza and my relationship had evolved in this week away, from a business relationship to a complicated friendship. Eliza reminded...
The morning following my first night with Meghan, we both agreed that it would be best to have an off day after a night of pleasuring her. Meghan's body was sore and tired from the powerful orgasms, and my tongue was sore from our long session. On off days, when Meghan got done with her concert, we would hang out in the living area and talk. I learned abou...
I'm all about that ass, I thought to myself as I put my gorgeous girlfriend Kendra Jones on all fours, and stuck my tongue between her thick, grade-A, marvellously round and heart-shaped butt cheeks. Blame that song by that new artist Meghan Trainor for turning me into a butt woman. I love the female ass and I make no apologies for it. Lesbian ass lovers do...
This is my first foray into the loving wives category, so all constructive criticism is welcome. As usual thanks to Papakilo for his gracious and timely editing. Chapter 1 -- The Overview of a Marriage John Trainor sat glumly on one of his proudest achievements of his carpentry skills -- his house's back deck. As he sat on the wooden chaise lounge in the...
September 16, 2014: Sometimes I wonder if my whole life is a caricature. Here I am, a cop in Boston, Irish name, Irish descent, sitting in an Irish bar, drinking beer with other Irish cops. Oh well, I guess that stereotypes have to come from somewhere. I had just closed the books on the Mel Trainor and Shea Gibson murder cases, after they'd been open for d...
Kent slowly opened his eyes to let his eyes adjust to the bright light from the lamp. He slowly rolled over and stretched as he saw Kim sitting up thumbing through something on her phone in a white tank top and boyshorts. She looked at him and said "Good morning!" as her eyes shifted down to his chest. She stared at a lilac purple lace babydoll that had jus...
My story starts on a cool winter night in Los Angeles. After a long week at my sales job, I hit my favorite local bar with some of my friends. After a few drinks, I noticed a beautiful woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar. She is a taller brunette, thin but still well proportioned. She was wearing a blue dress that was fairly modest, but still eve...
This story is a work of fiction. The actions of the characters and the results of those actions, may, therefore, not be in keeping with reality; especially the legal stuff. There is not much sex. ***** My wife fucked him on the high seas... But he who fucks last fucks best. Her name was Catherine and she died at 2:18 in the afternoon. In three more days...
Chapter 3 – Implosion To the people who had been reading this, I apologize for the break in chapters. Due to personal illness, a death in the immediate family and the holidays I lost my way for a while. Personal depression is no excuse and I will try to get the rest of the chapters out in a timely manner. Thank you for your patience JDC. I suggest you read...
My rest day came at just the right time. I hardly left the comforts of my bed, as the previous four days had taken nearly all my energy. Thankfully, room service arrived with a feast for me to use to reload and prepare for the next round of women. Taylor Swift had the following day scheduled all for herself. It was the last day I would get to spend with he...