Mary McAllister, my hostess, decided I could do with cleaning up as I was stinking of vaginal fluid from orally pleasuring the previous four ladies. My face and hair were so sticky. "It's no good Davy we'll have to give you a wee shower." I followed her upstairs staring at her curvaceous bottom delightfully encased by her green and blue pleated tartan skirt...
Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physi...
You arrive home exhausted from your trip but with a head filled with unforgettable memories. You'd wanted for years to visit Egypt and kept putting it off because, not being in a relationship, you didn't want to go alone. One day you found yourself sitting at your desk at work, gazing out the window at a cloud that looked uncannily like the Sphinx, and decid...
One day the story was this. She was a prostitute, and he had given her $200. She was anxious to show him a good time, so that he would come back and recommend her to his friends. He was a tired businessman. His day had not gone well. His stock portfolio was down. He sat in the easy chair with a drink on the table beside him. He had taken off his suit jacket...
Warren had been driving for many hours through California and into the Northern part of Nevada -- headed toward his favorite brothel. It had been a long drive, he was tired and stopped at a rest area for a pleasant break. From his brief case, he pulled out a copy of the thank you note mailed several months ago to Heather, a woman who had provided him with a...
Brett was sitting at home alone while his wife Mandi was gone shopping. It had been a few days since their last sexual escapades. He was horny and he wanted release. He went to the bedroom and opened Mandi's drawer. He loved her panties and wore them often whenever he was home alone. In fact, he's even wore a pair while she was home. They were relatively t...
Prologue Three years have passed since the memorable and fateful Calindra's Wedding. For Aeriella getting pregnant was the most important part, she was not the only one though, Calindra, a young drow and newly appointed priestess of Sune, the goddess of love, had been impregnated as well. An angel named Sandalphon was the father of Aeriella's children and V...
So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
The green corduroy jacket hung in the wardrobe in Sal's bedroom nestled between her own clothes. It was a strange intimacy with a piece of male clothing from a man she really did not know at all well. One thing if it belonged to a boyfriend or a lover, a husband even, but quite another for just a neighbour. Perhaps she should have hung it in one of the spare...
He gently placed her down onto the bed, her body immersed into in the crisp white sheets, her dark silk like hair silhouetted against the sea of white across the bed. She wrapped her arms over, almost clinging to her sanctity as he pressed his hands down on her inner thighs, slowly spreading her legs open with only her jeans keeping his throbbing penis from...