Daphne was about to ring the doorbell when her phone rang. It was Cherie. "Sorry, Daph," Cherie explained "I won't be home for another hour or so. If you want to wait, you know where the key is. Go ahead and make yourself a sandwich or something because we won't have time to eat later." Daphne acknowledged this and hung up the phone. She left the doorbell...
The following short story is a one-off fantasy featuring Jacqui, an almost retired businesswoman from England. It is purely fiction, but is based on real characters and places. * Jacqui took another sip of her champagne. The film had just ended and she was into the last hour of the flight. The business class seating was comfortable in the extreme and life...
Chapter 2: The Chapel I was done for the day. I had just marked some freshman papers, and I was getting a hard on, dreaming about fucking Martha, my girlfriend's mother again. I'd fucked her 4 times in the past month, and this affair didn't look like it was going to end any time soon. I would rather have Martha as my lover than Susan, but I couldn't very we...
My name is Helga and I live in a big old house in Texarkana. I've been a widow for a number of years now, but maybe one of these days I'll find a new man. After all, I'm only 45, blond, busty and still very attractive. Working out regularly has kept me fit as a fiddle. Men still give me the eye, as I have a pretty face in addition to my voluptuous figure. T...
Tammy wasn't the brightest of girls. Her parents became aware of this as she was growing up and, like any well-heeled family, they engaged special tutors and trainers. It wasn't as if you'd notice anything amiss. Tammy was bright, cheerful and always smiling. She radiated good health and a great physique from a very young age. Her enthusiasm for fun was inf...
Ch. 01 The story of a priest The church was designed in 1959...and the nameless Catholic Architect, inspired by Rennie Mackintosh and the Arts and Crafts movement has slipped to obscurity; but his legacy is a fine and noble structure, genuflecting to C.R.M's prodigious talent. Sculpted into the hillside, on the outskirts of the city, this faux whitestone m...
A story by wendi marie st.clair She was looking at girl's blouses the first time He saw her. Of course, most of the world wouldn't have seen her as a "she" at the moment, but wearing her flare-leg, hip-hugging jeans that were obviously from the junior miss department and the androgynous purple t-shirt that showed that she shaved her body, she looked like a...
A visit to a mid-week art gallery opening had stimulated our cultural appreciation and the free wine on offer had relaxed us both. We stopped off at a bar after viewing the art and were enjoying the warmth of the evening and the impact the alcohol was having on the stress levels we had both built up during the first three workdays of the week. We sat on bar...
I know that guys have a reputation for "kiss and tell", but this is a story of how my girlfriend's talking to her friends got me into a situation I could never have imagined. I will start at the beginning. My girlfriend, Karen, and I met just after college, at a party that a mutual friend was throwing. We hit it off almost immediately, dancing together and...
"Hit and Run" is Part Four of the sexual story of my life. "Time Out" which was posted on 10/11 was Part Three. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. The very same day I got back to that certain institution of higher learning to begin my junior year, the sorority sisters sent me out for groceries. The refrigerator was qui...