Chapter 3 Supper turned out to be a Middle Eastern beef kebab with plenty of rice, pitas, falafel, and hummus, as well as a very excellent Greek salad (including kalamata olives, yogurt sauce, and feta cheese). Unlike Damien, who was newer to this, Cassidy and Tammy had grown up eating a lot of kebab, shawarma, falafel, and similar foods, because of Maryam...
“Welcome to the pre show interview. If you would close the door behind you we’ll get started. Thank you. Your name is....?” “Natalie.” “Well Natalie what did you bring us to be appraised today?” “Well I brought these to be appraised.” “......uh, Natalie, I don’t see anything.” “Oh. I’m sorry. My tits. I thought you were looking at them when I walked in....
(Yes, this is a story about wife-sharing, so if you're not into that, please be warned: you won't like this story. I'd hate to think of you wasting your valuable time on a story you hate, and then have to send me an email to tell me what you think of me. There are certainly other stories on this site that you'll like far better.) The day before Davy was...
Part II. As soon as we get to my apartment that night we head straight to the computer to download the pictures from the weekend at my brother Dane's. As I open them one at a time the memories come flooding back for the both of us. I've had her put on a pair of lacy pink panties, not telling her why. I have her sit on my lap as we scroll through the picture...
"Coming over tonight?", Pauline's voice asked when I answered my cell after I had landed from my recent business trip. "Yeah, I think I will," I answered as I threw my carry-on bag into the back of my car, parked, as usual, a million miles from the exit of the long-term parking lot at the airport. "Wife's working tonight?" Pauline asked/stated. "Closing,"...
Doug looked a little shocked at my disclosure. Bobby was a very good friend of Doug's and had been for some time. Doug was well aware of our flirting, teasing and sexy dancing, but never suspected that it went any further than that. Plus all of the years they'd spent playing Squash, Doug was well aware of how big Bobby's cock was from the showers and locker...
From the last story The three women comforted each other. I lay down. I was exhausted and couldn't wait to find out what might happen next time. My wife was letting go with her bisexuality and had invited another woman into our bed to give me anal sex. Life just kept getting better and better. Over the next couple of days, things were pretty much back to...
Abseiling back down the side of the building on a luminous cord of photons, I swing through the skylight of the restaurant's sunroom and amble up to the bar. Carrie-Anne is checking her clipboard, sipping a martini. "Could you fix me one of those, babe?" She slides the bottle my way abruptly. "Not so much of the 'babe', flyboy. Nice performance in there,...
Teresa was a tease, I never liked her. I thought she was hot, I've been with her, but I never liked her. She's been to my parties before, she knows the expectations of being a female at my parties, but she always insisted on being the prude. It's bothered me. She, in and of herself, is an annoying person, but she has the right to be annoying at her own leisu...
Girls don't usually stick in my head. I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. What do you expect, I'm only 25, it's not like I'm looking to settle down yet. But I'll admit I've been thinking about the blonde for a while. And not just because she's a knock out and a better fuck than just about any girl I've ever known. I don't know, maybe it's because she...