1 On this dusk of a bright and warm day, the sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, stretching the shadows and coloring everything in shades of red and orange. On the outside of a small café, Melissa and Lucie were peacefully resting. The two girls had known each other for years, and studying in different colleges didn't prevented them to stay...
The smell of food cooking in the kitchen caused me to open my eyes. I looked over at my nightstand and saw it was a few minutes to eight. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Once out, I put on a pair of boxers and walked out into the living room, where I saw Rachel standing in front of the stove while wearing one of my bathrobes. She wished me a goo...
This is the latest installment in the story of Mary, the chubby and insecure teen whose life had turned completely upside down after her best friend's father had deflowered her. After Greg Mullin had seduced her, it was as if he had awakened something that had been slumbering inside of Mary. Suddenly, the girl who had managed to do without sex for 18 years...
It was every delivery boy's dream. His shift was ending and his last stop of the night just so happened to be a house full of girls. He'd imagined this scenario in his head too many times to count, but tried to suppress his fantasies as he followed her into the kitchen. She "forgot" to grab the money, she'd said before inviting him in. He knew his role was t...
Before I start I want to thank "jdrew2001" for the use of his wife Ann, and his help in editing my story about using his wife. **** Hello everyone. I'm Mark and this is my little story about how I met a slut wife named Ann. First some background on me, I'm single and thirty years old and travel a lot in my job. It's funny how traveling over 200 day a year...
Jocelyn Michaels ran as fast as she could through Chicago's O'Hare Airport. All the usual roadblocks of a busy day had delayed her. Work was a bear in the morning, meetings ran late, traffic on I 294 was typical and security was jammed. She could hear the wheels of her carryon clicking over the tile grout in time with her pumps ... she was now regretting not...
Friday night. I am secured in a standing position, naked and spread eagled. My ankles are secured to a spreader bar, my hands to restraints attached to new hooks she has attached to the ceiling. My wife's mouth surrounds but does not touch my pulsating cock. I tighten my groin muscles to make contact. She pulls away. "Bad boy!" She reaches down for her rid...
I work in one of those large department stores; you've probably shopped there. I work in the customer relation's area where we have to deal with all the rude shoppers that always want things their way. Even with all the rude shoppers and all the work we have to do, we still have the time to have some fun. And lately, it has been more fun than usual. I am a...
Author's note: this story gets off to a slow start - I do hope the buildup was worth it for you. Although purely fictional, Tess is based on a real person. If she ever reads this she will know it is about her. Also, I originally posted this on another site that I no longer frequent. Thought posting it here would get me writing again. ***** Tess knew she wa...
I'd had an extraordinary run of luck ever since I'd gotten back to New York City. From the last week in February to now, the first week in August, I'd bedded 16 women. Since I was working in one political campaign after another and it was 1970 (that is, the end of the 60s), they just kept marching up to me, one after the other. Of the 16, only five were stil...