Kneeling awkwardly with the flat of his left hand against the plaster, John Forrester turned his face sideways and positioned an eye to the wall, next to an upright timber, which had a slight gap down it's edge. After a moment or two, his eye adjusted to the light in the room beyond, and he could then make out a view of a low fire place, and an old oak dress...
(A story I wrote a couple months ago. Trying a different style just to see if it works. All are at least eighteen in this one.) * I have worked at the same restaurant for a number of years. Started as a busboy, it took me about twelve years to take over and run the place. I earned the respect of my crew the hard way, by working my ass off. So it isn't stra...
It's a good thing I like my job, Susan Roe thought, starting toward the front door of her small home. Because the hours sure stink. I hate third shift! Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, the telephone rang. Sighing, she glanced at the delicate watch on her slim wrist. As long as she kept the conversation short, she had time to answer and still make...
"Baby, when are you coming home?" I whined. "Soon…I hope," you mutter. "My boss is being a cocksucker right now. I might be stuck here all damn night with the way things are going." "But baby!? I want you now though!" "I know sweetie, but I have to go… there's someone at the door. Bye sweetie." You hang up the phone right when you boss charges in. "Lo...
Brenda wrapped her wet hair in the oversize towel and flung her head back. She stood vertical in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. Her skin glistened from the steamy shower and she reached for the bottle of baby lotion to smooth her freshly shaved legs. She poured a dab into her palm, and then rubbed her hands together. AJ rolled over in the queen-...
I hopped down the stairs as my doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, I saw her standing there waiting for me to let her in. I took a moment to admire her. She had blond hair, falling around her face and sitting about shoulder length, with beautiful blue grey eyes. My eyes traced her contours, from her shapely legs up to her delicious hips, that never...
Ron Livingston sat in the closet and positioned himself where he could see out through the peep-hole. He was able to see the foot of the bed, where his wife would soon bring her latest boyfriend. They were now out in the living room and doubtless her unrestrained breasts were pressed against the new youth. No doubt his hands massaged her shapely buttocks an...
I am a whore. No cancel that. I am a slut. I love to wear the most depraved sexually appealing outfits. The more quickly I can bring a man to an aroused state the faster I can be on my knees savoring something greater than any drug I've had, cock. Whether I'm dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl and sucking shaft or dressed like a hooker in spandex and tights a...
A partially true story. We were out drinking at a favorite bar about 10 months after we were married and my very pretty wife was wearing a tan mini dress, front buttoned, with several undone. Her pert, braless nipples could be occasionally glimpsed and her long slender legs, in thigh high stockings, were well displayed. While we were engaged, we related fan...
I do not get you. One day you are Mr. Rodgers, and the next you're a Frat boy, which is not necessarily bad.I am just not sure which one I want to fuck more. Well, it doesn't really matter. Maybe if things go well I can pretend it is a three way... Since you like reading and listening so much, I thought I would really delve into my favorite fantasy of late....