My first wife was a very sound sleeper, it would take the loudest claps of thunder to rouse her. Once she got to sleep she'd be immobile for hours, especially if she lay on her stomach (which was her favorite position). This I knew because I was just the opposite, often stuck with bouts of insomnia that book-reading would sometimes cure, but I was still awak...
I watched him, as he seemed to be watching me. There he stood with his long black hair; intense blue eyes the kind you associated with ice, and a body to die for. He looked like an angel. He sent me a long lust-filled look. It sent chills though me making me re-think my first impression. This man was no angel. "Can I help you?" I finally asked as I continu...
John woke with a start in the middle of the night. He was laying exactly in the position Trudy had left him in on the sofa, bare ass naked, extremely glad his wife was out of town on one of her business trips. His prostate was still sensitive due to the finger fuck he had received several hours earlier. He grinned ear to ear as he remembered how incredible,...
As I pull up to the house, the sun begins to set. On the horizon is an orange hue, signaling dusk. Overhead, the sky is blue and whiffs of clouds float through the air. I step out bracing myself on the door. My knees are trembling in anticipation. I can hear the beating of my heart in my ears. I clear my throat. Unsure and yet knowing what's to come. My walk...
A week after the photography session in the villa Dean was rising from his bed, ready for his morning shower, when the cell door opened on Moriarty. She offered him a wan smile and sat on the bed without a word. Her tense look hinted at bad news. She patted the bed and he returned to sit on the blankets. "I'm afraid the Board have sent me new instructions....
I wrote this for a special man, *pouncehugcuddle* you know who you are. Thanks Teknight once again for your editing expertise. You're patience with my grammar astonishes me. As always the people in this story are over 18. * Anxiously I wait for you to answer as the phone rings. It's Saturday, late afternoon, and I'm not sure if you are busy, but I'm hoping...
It had been the week from hell. It always was right after the holidays, when everyone was trying to play catch-up and rushing around in supermode. Kate was exhausted. She had worked from early morning to late every night. Added to that was the nearly hour-long commute each way. And she felt she hadn't seen Michael in months, not just days. He was busy too,...
"Miss Kelley?" You said as you slowly pushed my office door open. Your short black hair, recently cut, framed your face and your strong jawline tensed as you saw me. I was leaning across my desk trying to stop a pen from rolling off the edge. My breasts were spilling out of my pink v-neck cashmere sweater. I looked up innocently and met your deep blue eyes...
I stood outside the fast food restaurant for a minute or two, trying to figure out if the person I was looking for was working this evening. The pictures he had sent me hadn't show very much of his face, so I didn't really know who I was looking for as I peeked inside the nearly deserted Burger King. There were four people working behind the counter, either...
It was late in the afternoon of a very hectic, crazy day, and I needed a haircut. I finally broke away from the race, and walked into the salon I regularly visited. My stylist was just starting to work on another, but told me that was his last appointment. If I wanted to wait, he'd cut my hair in about 30 minutes. I told him I was beat, and was going to snoo...