"You're up early, sweetheart." "Oh, hi. Yes, I couldn't sleep. Can I get you anything?" "A cup of coffee?" "Sure. Just a sec, okay," she said. As she poured his coffee, she put it in his favorite travel mug. He was dressed in his uniform and ready to leave so sitting down with her was out of the question. "How long will you be gone this time?" she asked...
Day 3 Shannon woke early, planning to spend more time dressing Sean. The abs on Sean's body flexed as she sat up easily. She stopped to admire the view down her front, and flexed her pecs a few times. She listened carefully for any noise from Sean's room, then she pulled her shorts down to get the full monty. She stared at the semi-erect penis, about 2/3...
Chapter 6 – Basketball Camp I had slept well that night. I couldn't remember a night that I had slept that soundly. I turned over as I hit the off button on my alarm clock. The sun was shining into my window. I knew it was morning. The memories of the last week came back to me. I had more orgasms that one week than as far back as I could remember! My na...
SS23: "Do You Trust Me?" *** This is my fourth dirty story holiday salute. Enjoy. *** October 30th, 3:06 p.m. Off the elevator, out of the medical building stepped 32-year-old Phil Dixon, following his most recent appointment with his therapist, Dr. Isaac Jameson. It'd gone okay, or as well as could be hoped for, Phil supposed, returning to his car. Mos...
Part 1 of this story is mostly true (The conversation on the observation deck is made up). It took place several years ago while I was on vacation in Jasper, Alberta. The rest of the story is based on a dream I had that night. No sex takes place in part 1, only some flirtation and attraction. This isn't a sex story. It is a story of mutual physical and emo...
Chapter 11 Jasmine explained to me, "Ryan and Ann want me to fuck with them. We've been watching my videos and we're all horny. You can come, too, although I don't know about Ann being with you. She might. She's certainly really horny. They both are." "Where are Megan and Phil?" "They took Todd out in his stroller. I think they were going to walk into the...
My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...
Chapter 1 November 22nd, 10:30 p.m., Savannah, GA I sat hunched over, too wired and panicked to sleep but too upset to stay fully awake. I was drifting, day dreaming, wading in it; biting hard into a naked shoulder, running my hands and nails over a glistening back, somehow both new and familiar. I didn't know whose. I heard a woman's voice, a million mil...
***So to clear things up: Some of you may have read a version of His Sister's Tutor Ch.02 which I had noted was the end of the story. Of course, as soon as I submitted it, ideas started stirring in my head and I sent in a revised version that tweaked a couple of things (and fixed a few typos; sorry about that) so that the ending was left a bit more open. The...
Currently, I work in one of the world's oldest profession -- -- possibly the oldest. I work as a prostitute at a legal brothel in Northern Nevada. While I am one of the oldest 'girls' at this brothel, I am also one of the newest workers to provide the sexual services desired by a man. My earlier two work periods totaled five weeks. This third work period wil...