Rose glanced at her Italian watch and realized it was time to go. Shutting down her computer and storing her files she whisked out of the office, soft skirt flapping toned muscle. “Peter,” her voice cracked out as she spoke to her secretary, “I’m done for the day. If there are any emergencies I’ll have my cell.” “Yes Ma’am.” She took her private plush carp...
“Finch Hatton, reservation?” he muttered to the desk clerk. He dropped two heavy bags on the marble floor of the brand new Barcelona Hilton and sighed his weariness at the delayed flights he suffered all day long. In his room at last, he finished a very hot shower and found the big fluffy robe to wrap himself in as he dried his hair and thought the same tho...
Chapter Four Ivory threaded the pubic hair through her front teeth where it had lodged and then buried her face back into the rich aroma of Glade's vulva. Above their naked bodies the Sun shone high in the sky, but not as high, Ivory knew now, as the Sun climbed in Glade's homelands far to the South. She huddled up against her lover's warm body, hoping that...
By all accounts, Stanley Dalton was a world-class prick. I didn’t know him well, having been introduced to him just four months ago, and only seeing him a few times since. But even from those brief encounters I wholeheartedly concurred with the consensus. There was something about him that rubbed you the wrong way from the start. A kind of greasy, sleazy a...
Disasters strike. * We spent every night fucking, then sleeping, then sometimes fucking again first thing in the morning before I went to work. I left her almost tearful on Friday morning, packing all my clothes in the car. I promised faithfully to be back the next Monday. I had my mother to see, and I needed to press on with the prototype. Monday afterno...
**Author's Note: I apologize if this is late. Didn't expect it to be long. Some facts may be messed up such as continuity but hopefully it's all right. ***** Harper was in a deep sleep but some primal instinct for sensing danger woke him. He had allowed himself to be lulled to sleep beside Miranda. His arm was still wrapped around her. He looked down to se...
[Author's Note: I would like to thank all my fans that have written to me over the several years it has taken to complete this novel. Your comments, suggestions and ideas have provided me with some great material. You have my gratitude. This last chapter of "Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium" will represent my final excursion into writing erotic literature for a...
Just a quick note. This story was my first attempt at writing a story a year or so ago. I posted it on another site which some of you probably read. So yeah, I know what you're going to say. Yes, it is my story with a rewrite. The story was ok but was a mechanical disaster the first time. Punctuation, sentence structure, typos, etc... were really bad and it...
Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, A...
I was on vacation with Reggie. We were on the beach, and his body was gorgeously tanned and glistening in the sun. We clinked our cocktails together and sipped before he sat up from his lounge chair and kissed me. "Come swim with me," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up to stand. The alarm rang and I woke up just as the water hit my toes, a huge smil...