Cheryl knelt there, leaning back on her legs, her face still glossy with my cum as she seemed to come back to earth. She looked at her fingers from which she had, only seconds before, been licking clean of my semen as if they might have belonged to someone else. Looking up at me and my still hard cock, she giggled nervously. I don't think she was quite aware...
I don't know for sure whether Techno Genius would be an apt title for what I am about to narrate. Could the title Techno Pervert be more suitable? I will let you decide once you have run through the whole story. You may even wonder whether events like these are actually possible. However, as some wise man once said, "Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction"...
I like to watch. As the female owner of a very exclusive lingerie shop in the Village, I am witness to the gamut of lingerie shopping scenarios: Young professional women buying their first good bra. New moms looking to regain their confidence post baby. Older, affluent women who know what they want and don't mind what they spend. These women, I aim to assi...
I'm a finish carpenter. No, I'm no guy who wants to "Express his creativity in Wood" or anything like that. Just a guy who didn't quite fit in anywhere else. Not college material and, honestly, fell into my trade by accident. But it's a good living and if I had no talent for it I would have stumbled out of the business a long time ago like a few guys I've...
Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it. On my drive home from work, all I could think of was my Cousin M...
Chapter 1 - Mark: It was Friday afternoon and the good news was that I had just one more repair call to make. The bad news was that it was in the Legal Dept. I guess most guys would think I'm crazy, but every time I go there, the women stare at me and a few even try to hit on me. I guess at one time that would have been a single man's heaven, but today wit...
A quickie! With tired eyes and a stifled yawn I sat upon the wide bench seat. Facing me, across a white table top, sat a woman who eyed me suspiciously. From her smart dress I assumed she was on some sort of business trip and from the way she glared at me (and my rather faded jeans and 'T' shirt) I suspected she'd rather I had chosen somewhere else in the c...
The brush glides repeatedly through the length of my long hair, the knobby bristles massaging my scalp, the nape of my neck, my back. The palm of his hand follows the brush strokes smoothing down the hair. My head falls forward, the muscles so relaxed that they can't keep it up. My eyes are closed and my whole body turns to jelly. I am putty in his hands. Wi...
"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [....hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] $$$$$$$$$$ The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an i...
Claire offered to drive the girls home, but only Amber accepted the offer, the other three choosing to make their way home. Amber sat in the car, her hand resting on her teacher's thigh as she drove her home. "Fuck that was so hot when you pissed yourself in there," Amber said, her hand sliding further and further up Claire's smooth thigh. "God I was alm...