Several weeks after her first experiment in the art of seduction, I found upon my return home Mary once again posing naked on the living room rug This time she had no accouterments adorning any part of her body. Instead, she had chosen to display her body by assuming a pose which she knew I appreciated. Namely, after kneeling, she had folded her legs to the...
My hands gripped the steering wheel as my car sped past the signs on the side of the highway. The miles were blurring together, landmarks were just background noise and despite being totally focused on the road, I was completely distracted by the thoughts going on inside my head. Hundreds of miles in my rear view with hundreds left to go and only my throbbin...
This is a continuation of my 'Cindy Mine' story. * Some time after we got home & back into our regular routine Cindy and I decided to try and contact Karen (from the beach house) & her husband. Before we had left we had noted that their unit had the same rental agency as ours. Cindy called the agency & told them that we had become friends with the neighbor...
NOTE: I realize there are some rather impossible things described in this story. It's strictly fantasy, not meant to be taken seriously. Just try to enjoy it and ignore these things. * "Oh, Stanley!" Yvette's perfectly modulated voice pleaded from within the laboratory door. "I want you. I need you. I love you so. Please come back to me." Stanley Sprocke...
"Kamn, you Freewombs expect the silver pedestal, don't you?" Alice held her tongue, knowing that the evening's liquor still buzzed in her head. The lack of inhibition that had landed her this after-party job was likely to only get her into trouble now. So instead she rested on her knees, grabbed the bars of her gilded cage and let it swing gently, batting h...
I've always been a restaurant guy. Its what I'm good at. I'm a hell of a chef and I honestly don't give a damn if I sound cocky when I say it. I love everything about the restaurant business. I love working nights, I love the fact that working in a kitchen is much less formal than an office setting, and I love that its not considered unprofessional to sleep...
It had been a rough night; she'd tossed and turned the whole way through – she'd had very little sleep. She knew it was spiraling out of control but was at a loss to do anything about it. Perhaps I need help, professional help, she thought to herself. Beep! Beep! The BMW behind hooted its horn. She looked up at the lights, they were on go. She quickly gather...
Irina frowned in deep concentration as she worked the cotton bud into the fine detailing of the wooden bedpost. It was made of mahogany and required regular polishing with specialist wood polish to keep the wood looking its best. One of the tourists who'd been in here earlier had knocked against it and the metal buckle of her bag had left a scratch in the su...
Constructive criticism and comments encouraged. -----oooOOOooo----- Jenny, part 4. Jenny's view. The beach house was a modest affair. A small bedroom with bath on the first floor, as well as the kitchen, dining area, and an oversized living room with fireplace and a deck leading to the beach. The second floor was a loft, and contained the master bedroom...
# # # Prelude # # # I had been divorced for two years when I started going to gay clubs to meet women. While the idea sounds a little strange at first; when, Brandon, an openly gay friend of mine, proposed it, he made a strange sort of sense. I'd gotten married at 27 after college, "sowing my wild oats," and business school. After a little more than six...