Chapter Seven -- Pool Party Panic "You are more likely to die crossing the street than in an airline accident," Marjorie Deakin said. As usual she was dressed in her navy blue stewardesses uniform, legs clad in sheer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels; her blonde hair and heavy makeup. "But we take safety seriou...
James and myself were regular performers at the local gay theatre, where we put on sex shows for the members of the public, as well as encouraging audience participation, be it from male or female participants. Following one of our shows, we were approached by Natalie, an organiser of a hen night party, to perform our sex acts in front of a group of girls. W...
Hello everyone! *blushing smile* I finally got my nerve up to write one for the Halloween Story Contest 2017. I welcome your comments but please be kind since this is my first story ever sent here. I would very, very much appreciate your vote should this tale give you a thrill or titillation. It was more than exciting for me to write it, but a vote is a vali...
If you haven't read "Working on a Raise" please do if you want the full content of this story. The next day I arrived at work and after our first flight I went into Tiffany's office. When I walked in she looked up from her phone call and gave me a sly smile. I sat down across her desk waiting for her to get through talking. Looking at her today felt like th...
"Lauraaaa, my leg's all gummed up again!" Laura sighed as she heard this. She loved AN quite a lot, but her parts needed more and more maintenance as time went on, and she refused to consider replacements. Well... Time to try convincing her again later. For now, she walked into the living room to see that yes, AN was walking stiffly on one leg. And her rig...
I finally got rid of that sorry-ass boyfriend. Oh, I suppose Bill is a good guy, but we just never really cliqued. He's a good looking guy and all, but he was just so boring. Our sex life was basically just conventional fucking and a little bit of oral now and then. Every once-in-a-while I would climax, but it certainly wasn't every time. When I tried to int...
Maoso Fireshard entered the building he was in just a few days ago, and went over to the bar, sitting in a stool. He didn't plan on drinking, but he did feel like sitting there with his head on top of crossed arms that were also on the counter. He maybe did break his no-drinking policy, as he was now drinking a bottle of wine! A whole bottle! He wasn't payin...
I first met Martin when I was at a shitty bar in New York, drinking every guy there under the table, smashed out of my brains. I remember wearing an old college sweatshirt, the NYU cracked and faded, and some short shorts that showed a little too much skin. I wasn't fat, but I wasn't some skinny bitch either, and I wasn't going around like I was better than...
You get used to tackling a problem and suddenly another crops up and confounds the earlier one; that is what 47-year-old Bess was facing right then. Alba, the 24-year-old daughter of Bess, was a loner by nature, hardly spoke to anyone, a bit gawky, spectacled, buried herself in books and thought she was unattractive. Mother daughter relationship was also no...
When Clara woke up, everything was pitch black. Her eyes felt filmy and crusted, and when she tried to reach up and rub them, her arms were stopped short by straps on her wrists. Irritated, she rolled her shoulder, struggling to rub the grainy feeling away. Wherever she was, it was full of hissing, beeping, and faint skritching noises. Clara groaned softly....