My wife, Carleen, and I had escaped the dreary Ohio winter for a short weekend in South Beach. I needed to be in South Florida for work the following week, so we decided to make the most of it by hitting the Art Deco district for the weekend. We both love the vibe of South Beach - the great restaurants and bars, the sunshine and of course the people watching...
So, just beta testing this new idea and see if people like where this is going (Chapters for Gilded in Gold and By Night, My Love will be posted next week) thank you for reading and leave comments :) Chapter One I'm that girl you just love to hate. You know, that one girl in your group who always laughs the hardest and has the snarkiest comeback. The one t...
I, like most Americans, have an obsession with black men and their mythically large cocks. Yes, believe it or not, America has entered into a communal subconscious frenzy for black men. I am just one of the few, but ever growing, number of people who have begun to admit it. But even that is a bit of a lie. Most of my family and friends don't even know my "da...
Why? MikelG Thanks to all the great writers on this site which inspire me DG, Ohio, Just Plain Bob and others, I hope you enjoy my story! There are sexual passages, so be advised in advance! * Friday- Living in wealthy Orange County, some things we just take for granted, like the sun will rise in the morning and set at night, there will be oxygen to bre...
Lex heard the loud moans from Elise as her long nails dug into the back of his head. He felt her body start to tremble as her thighs closed tightly against his ears. Lex continued to lick Elise’s pussy teasing her clit now and again while finger fucking her. “Oh I’m going to fucking cum!” Elise shouted. Her toes curled in a tight fist as she pushed Lex away...
I sensed that something was bothering Paula almost as soon as she came through the door. It's something you pick up after almost twenty years of marriage. "Is something wrong, Paula?" I asked as I watched her fidget with the dinner preparations. "No, nothing at all," she responded, perhaps too quickly. The other thing I had learned in my time with Paula w...
The taxi drew up in front of her home and Cheryl tried to conceal her grimace at the sight of her lit up mansion. As the vehicle came to a stop she also tried to hide her annoyance as she turned to her 'friend' Sarah beside her on the back seat of the taxi. Friend being a very misleading description for their relationship as there was little love lost betwee...
Georgina answered the phone. "Hello?" She was drunk, because her words on the telephone billowed out, as though alcohol was pushing them unwillingly into the world. The "Hello" came out loud (a lot louder than Georgina permitted herself when sober). Also, the "Hello" was sort of slurred. Altogether, it was pretty obvious that she'd drunk her Southern Comfor...
Chapter 1 Sluttage Some women are born sluts Some achieve slutdom Some have slutdom thrust upon them I could be called an undercover slut. Some people have suggested that growing up in a brothel sowed the seeds of my slutdom. I was in fact the last of my group of friends to lose their virginity. I do have a fairly strict definition of being deflowered:...
The tall good looking young man confidently approached the 30-ish woman seated at the bar. Wearing a stylish one piece swimsuit and cover up, she had caught his eye when she came into the hotel bar some 30 minutes ago. Though she was conservatively dressed for a resort like Cancun Mexico, her beauty still radiated. She kept checking her watch and glancing at...