As an advanced amateur photographer I prefer photographing people as opposed to doing product or landscape work. Megan approached me a couple of years ago and asked if I would photograph her. She was a pretty 21-year-old brunette with a cute face and nice figure, which is my favorite photo subject. Actually, we began our photographer-model relationship with...
I would never have believed that my demure, sensitive, shy, soft-spoken wife would become the focal point of a group sex event, but one evening and a number of men was all it took to flip a switch in the depths of her sub consciousness. When we met in college, Brie had a fresh, appealing beauty, and virtually no sexual experience. It took me months of patie...
It was love at first sight. I got off the elevator and she was sitting behind the reception desk. The term drop dead gorgeous didn't even begin to do her justice. Her beautiful face was surrounded by a mass of honey-blonde hair, and breasts, oh God did she have breasts - thirty-eights at least. The rest of her was hidden behind the desk, but there was no dou...
Perfect tranquility. Greg floated on his back on the surface, his arms and legs akimbo in a slightly undignified star shape, closed his eyes and listened to the ambient sounds - birdsong, the soft lapping of water on the sides of the pool, the distant barking of a dog - and felt truly content for the first time in a long time. The pool at the end of the g...
Calling Mona home under the pretense that Danja needed her was a crappy thing to do, but Moe reasoned he had good grounds. Still, Mona was furious. The kind of gut-wrenching angry that starts in your labonza and cuts right through to your scalp. He figured he would pour on the charm later and try to get Mona to forgive him. His chances of succeeding were pro...
Chapter 3. Going Public Saturday morning I woke up with Paige's dark haired head on my chest. Her fingers were gently stroking my genitals. "Having fun playing?" I asked. "I've never really studied one of these up close before. I could just sit here and play with it like this all day." "Sounds like a plan to me." I agreed. "Babe, what's next for us?" "...
It's a Friday late afternoon in October and I'm finishing up at one of the banks. It's already dark outside and I am wrapping up for the day, packing my computer and other equipment away. As I begin packing my final bag, one of the people from the bank sticks their head into the conference room and says "There's a woman in reception looking for you - she say...
Twenty-two hours straight travelling was not the best preparation to see you again for the first time in over twenty years. My flight to Phoenix changed last minute to Las Vegas with a following connecting some sixteen hours later onto my required destination. The airline had offered apologies and provided some meager compensation for the inconvenience for...
Bill Thornbury, holding his cards just below his eyes, watched Jack Burton laying down his three aces. “There, you bushwhackers, read em and weep,” Jack said as he reached for the pot. “Not so fast,” Bill said. “I did not stay in just to sweeten the pot” With that, he lay down his cards. “Just got these itty bitty pair of sixes, and three pretty nines, for...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Author's note: This story is set about a century back in rural India. There are some Hindi words spread throughout the text...