I've spent a lot of time with this new lover of mine. We've talked, a lot, about our lives, our selves, what we wish for. We've gone out to eat a couple of times, and we've had epic amounts of sex. When we have talked about my marriage, I've not put any qualifiers on it. Juan knows I'm unhappy, but that I love my spouse. Juan understands that my sex life wi...
I know how much Adam loves a smooth pussy. That's why I was so surprised when he asked me to stop shaving it. Being a man of few words when it comes to sex, he told me very bluntly one day that a shaved pussy wasn't all that pleasant for him because after a couple days' growth, it was "like French kissing a cat." How he would know that, I don't even want to...
With a shiver I closed the book. Edgar Allan Poe's "Masque of the Red Death" always held a certain morbid fascination for me, no matter how often I read it. I finished the last drops of the red wine on my bedside table and turned off the light. Cuddling into my covers as if they were the arms of a fantasy lover I surrendered to the misty shrouds of dream lan...
I had just gotten home from backpacking around Asia for a few months; and everything had changed, my girlfriend of two years broke up with me, the club I bounced with closed, and I had arrived back in the states to late to get any of the classes I needed. So I crashed with my parents, smoked weed all day hung out with my friends all night, and did the craigs...
I watched Darlene in silence as she sat alone at her table, slowly sipping her tea and staring out of the window at the cold, drizzly Saturday afternoon. There were only a few customers in the pub, so she decided to take a few moments for herself. She knew I was watching her - I always watch her - I can't help it, she's so beautiful. Her exquisite blond hair...
She never did like Alain especially during her ten-day business visit to France and despite his attractiveness even in his late forties. She found her offensive and wondered how such a French man could marry a sweet French woman, Alain's wife. She found him offensive with his offensive seduction of her. When Alain and his friends took her to the disco, she f...
She was sitting alone on the couch. She had a book nestled in her lap. It was mid afternoon, and the sun was warming her through the open window. A light breeze blew a strand of hair out of its loose pony tail, making it tickle her neck. Sighing, she tucked it back into its place. How long had she been sitting here? It seemed like just a few minutes, but the...
Daniel watched as Sami's round white ass disappeared through the balcony doors into her apartment. He could barely get up off the mat and the little vixen was dashing around as spry as a baby lamb. Damn, he'd had no idea she was such a wild thing! The music began to fade and he pictured her turning down the stereo. Naked. A moment later she reappeared - s...
Maggie could tell by the way the music producer was looking at her that he wanted nothing more than to bend her over and bang her like a door in a hurricane. And who could blame him!? What, with Maggie's long amber hair, misty blue eyes and lush lips? Her face alone was enough to make any man beg. "So, you ladies want to make a demo tape, huh?" asked the p...
Another stolen moment for them; that's all there ever was. Stolen moments. As brief as their encounters were, they always packed a punch for the both of them. If her parents only knew what they were doing, she would be grounded for life! Here she was 18 and sneaking out to be with a boy that lives on her block. The only safe place for them to meet was in the...