She would lounge on her couch, wearing sexy clothes or sometimes not a stitch, and lie to herself about how she could be satisfied with her husband's penis. She called it a penis because that's all it was, anatomically correct, but...well, she self-snarled: It wasn't a big cock! Oh, fuck, it wasn't. Like all of women friends, she'd laughed at size queens an...
I stumbled through the front door where my stepmother, Erin, stood and glared at me with arms akimbo and said, "Julie, I just got a call from the Police Department. They found my car abandoned inside the glass window of McDonald's this morning. How do you explain this?" "I don't know," I said. "You don't know! You were the last person driving my new Cadill...
I might as well start earning my keep and living up to my billing. Everything I write is original material, don't ever think I am just repeating a post I see somewhere else on the Net that looks cool. What I tell you comes from everything I've seen and heard. Here is some news you can use right away. If there were a handful of things I could tell you quickl...
She was a bit upset. Well, maybe more bored than upset, but at the very least somewhat miffed. They'd spoken at length about her needs. Sometimes it even felt boring, how much it had come up, all the talk, all the resolutions and yet here they were again. It was another Sunday morning, and she could feel him pushing up against her. She could feel the soft pa...
The office has been abnormally quiet; neither of us willing to talk about what has happened. You go about your business and I go about mine. Each of us seem to be afraid to mention what happened the other day. Afraid of breaking the spell? Unsure that it had really happened? Embarrassed? Or delighting in the possibility of it happening again? And it doesn't...
I sat idling behind my desk playing distractedly with my pen as I stared out the windows at the cityscape around me. The view was spectacular: located on the top floor of a building in an old part of the city my office looked out across the low rise rooftops that predominated the area, to where the modern high-rise loomed threateningly over the historic quar...
Author Note: this story inspired by my total wetness while sitting in the Starbucks in Harvard Square on a visit to Boston. All characters fictional. Enjoy! More to come if you like it! ***** I hadn't gone to the coffee shop with the intention of getting fucked. It was part of my typical routine: take my laptop to the Starbucks on Harvard Square and stay u...
He was completely unconscious. He wouldn't wake, not with that bullet hole in his side and the amount of blood he had already lost. Pushing up to her elbow, Aria stared down at the man in oblivion next to her. He was in no way a small man, over six-two, his weight she would never attempt to guess, but solid, packed muscle with not a trace amount of extra f...
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I am completely lost. You are gripping my hips so tightly and holding me up and I am lost, panting my way down the other side of a long and hard orgasm. You are sliding your hard tongue over my swollen clit and I can't, I can't take it anymore. Enough, I say. Enough. I am breathing so hard I am lightheaded, and I'm afraid I am going to pass out. I bring my h...