This story is dedicated, respectfully, to Martin Amis, who I doubt would want to be acknowledged here, but is anyway. He wrote the first, and greatest 'Vernon' story, called 'Let me Count the Times' which is a brilliant piece of writing, and one of the very few short stories I am very jealous I didn't write. Hunt it up if you can. Here's to you, Martin!...
I was at a party. A typical college party. Beer flowed from kegs and cigarette smoke filled the house. Men all moved about desperately trying to be cool and attractive for the ladies. The ladies moved about in various outfits. One wearing a teeshirt and jeans, one in a tight black dress, another in a halter top and shorts, and with each different outfit ther...
Amy, still hot and bothered from her mother's boyfriend sexing her up, stepped up to the woman and grasped the zipper tab near the neck of the stretch jump suit and began to pull it down. When it was at her waist Amy dropped to her knees and continued to pull it down. It did not stop at her crotch but rather went under her body and up her but in back. Amy re...
"This report is going to drive me nuts," she thinks to herself. "Maybe I just need a break," she says out loud, her voice echoing in the empty office. She leans back in her chair and puts her feet up on her desk after kicking off her shoes. Her eyes slide shut as she slowly starts to relax her body. Working from her feet, she takes deep breaths as she relax...
As with all my reports, the following is true. I had been feeling in quite a mood for some time. None of my "normal" kinks were really giving me what I needed. I happened to communicate that to one of my online friends - my favorite actually, who has given me such good orders in the past. He requires written "proof" of my completion of the tasks, and it's t...
As we arrive, you can't suppress a giggle as you see a big red ribbon hanging across the doorway. I lean across your body, not so subtlety brushing up against your breast and taking in the cologne you have sprayed lightly in your cleavage, to get a pair of scissors from the glove compartment. On my way back up, I pause and put my hands to your face. Looking...
We faced one another, our bodies pressed together as we kissed in greeting and anticipation of the day ahead of us. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. We continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair back from my face as we pressed closely together and our tongues played. My nipples were hard agai...
Becky awoke early as usual and just laid there in the bed close to her man. She loved the new closeness they had found, but now how could she exploit it? Becky was always a bit of a schemer. This time it was going to be a good thing though, for both her and Brent. How can she win this "one up" contest? Or at least how can she win this next round. Becky thoug...
Jay was driving cautiously down the interstate as the rain was so blinding he could barely see the road even a foot in front of the headlights. Visibility was nonexistent. He was going to have to pull over and wait this out. Then, out of nowhere, he saw a glimpse of white. Was it his imagination, or was there a girl running as though her life depended on it,...
Robert started stirring a little Rachelle was there to smile broadly when his head turned eyes opened. She had loved pleasuring him so outrageously. Looking at his cock she saw it was half erect, thinking he might need an encore she started to slip down his body. His hands stopped her, pulling her back effortlessly he wanted to see her face. "You are an ama...