Was I back at Jasmine's place for dinner on Sunday? You bet I was. Didn't think twice about missing the ball game. The Mets suck this year anyway. It became a regular thing for me to get "Jazzed" on Sunday. At first, it was pretty much the same routine - a plate of her magical mystery hair pie at the dinner table followed by the real thing in the bedroom. I...
Another couple of days passed. Thomas spent them alone, and he discovered to his dismay that in addition to being horny—more and more frustratingly blue-balled with each passing day, in fact—he was also terribly lonely. He missed having Clio around. He tried to rationalize it away, to tell himself that what he missed was human contact in general. But there w...
Hello! This one came to me while I was getting a haircut (duh). There really is something quite intimate about being with a hairdresser. All that warm air, the big cape that hides everything that might be going on under there, and the eye contact in the mirror. Also, I get massive goose bumps and shivers from the sound of scissors near my ears. So yeah, I bl...
Chapter One On my way to work tonight, an older man hit on me. He struck up a conversation, which led to him commenting on my attire. I was blushing. He kept staring at my breasts that were bouncing to the bumps in the road. My hardened nipples were abrading against the softness of my silk blouse. I found it hard to remain focused on the conversation. He wa...
One: His wrists and ankles were raw as he came to, the piercing bright light causing him physical pain. He moved his feet, and they tingled from being asleep. The room seemed to be at a cool sixty degrees. His bound wrists were attached to chains going up to the ceiling. His ankles were attached to individual chains which clamped to the floor. His arms and...
I caught a whiff of champagne as she hugged me. "Hey you!" Vanessa's mother was always friendly, if a bit odd. Big into tarot readings and spirituality, she wore the jewelry of a teenager, which would be embarrassing if she wasn't so unbelievably attractive. Her favorite pastimes after her divorce were the gym and the salon. Wavy brown hair parted on the si...
Jess rode horses. Her light brown hair was always braided or pulled tightly behind, and her skin was always sun-kissed, smooth and clear except for a faint smattering of freckles across her nose. She was a good girl, straight A's and a studious posture that made her C cups look like Ds. Always covered of course, in a tight sweater or her latest half-marathon...
Hillary Trenton, a young, blue-eyed buxom blonde, was archaeology's fastest-rising star. A recent big find of a previously unknown species of dinosaur had catapulted the young archaeologist to public recognition (rare in her field) and, of course, money. Hillary was already set for life, a combination of TV appearances, book deals, and of course profit from...
If you live in the twenty-first century, you probably heard about Tip first as a pop idol. There were a bunch of "virtual idols" back around the turn of the millennium, some even before holographic projection really got going. They always had these "futuristic" names like Kyoko Date and Hatsune Miku. They were 2D images masquerading as 3D, like silent film s...
(This is a story of mature women enjoying the excitement of playing with much younger men. None of the participants are underage. Everyone is legal... naughty, but legal) * Karen and Beth have been best friends since college, going on about twenty years now. They have shared everything, including all the juicy details of their sex lives. They often exchang...