Agent-In-Charge Tim Needle's POV Oakland International Airport Our plane had landed just after four in the afternoon local time, and I still hadn't been told what the operation was. As our customized transport taxied to a remote section of the airport, I looked over my men with pride. Commanding the FBI's elite Hostage Rescue Team was the pinnacle of my...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I'm sorry for the long delay in writing this chapter. David got transfer orders and with a...
The woman seemed to be bent over some kind of contraption similar to the sawhorses I'd seen construction workers using. Her bottom half was sort of naked, long slim legs clad in only sheer stockings with the suspenders from a garter belt running along the upper thighs. If there were panties, they were very very small and I could not see them at all; there pr...
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Chapter 5 Monday couldn't come fast enough for Randy. Normally, he couldn't stand teaching summer school but he had a feeling this summer would be different. Randy arrived earlier than usual. He wanted to see Ms. Figgis, and her cheek, the second she arrived. Randy finally made his way down to the office. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. It...
As I walked in the door I heard my wife on the phone. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went out to my garage. My garage is my refuge. My hobbies are out there and I do most of my reading out there. It is my home inside my home. Sarah, my wife, came out after about fifteen minutes and said that Lori, her sister, needed my help. It seems that the bar in he...
I don't know if this is the best category, but the only one I could find that might apply. If you don't like bisexual women, don't read on. * Who says fantasies don't come true? Well actually, I had something that happened to me that was so too-good-to-be-true that I hadn't even actually fantasized about it before -- although I would have if I had ever th...
The bar was dark, music throbbing in an endless din. Among the cacophony, you, J., and I are standing near the bar. I am wearing a tight long black leather skirt with a slit that reaches up to the top of my thigh and a sheer black long sleeved blouse with a velvet panel across the bust that is still not enough to conceal my full breasts as they try to burst...
I woke up felt something hard at my head and I was not capable of opening eyes. It was my extreme dildo I used yesterday. I got home horny like hell and bottle of wine helped me to relax later. My pussy and my ass telling me that perhaps I drunk a couple of glasses too much. Who cares I needed that as I'm single and horny. Washing toys under shower turned me...
In this installment there are two short stories, I had started doing some amateur glamour modelling as well as the kissograms. I was still working as a hairdresser in a salon and the extra money I was getting was helping us with our first house. If anyone wants to know what I look like there are a couple of pictures on my profile page. ***** The agency I u...