"What would you like, Sir," the bartender dressed in a Via Rail uniform inquired to Alexander? "Two glasses of red for me and m'lady," he responded with a chivalrous tone. Alex was the chief business officer for a large health and life insurance firm and was headed to a Canadian Insurance Broker's Association quarterly meeting in Toronto. Although a requirem...
This is a story about my best friend and me on our road to discovery. It is a recollection of our first time pleasuring each other. I really loved her and fondly remember these experiences from twenty years ago. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it in writing. This is my first time ever, writing out a story, but all of you have inspired me to...
Author's note: I want to thank Alex (fem) for her time in helping me with this story. Just a fun little ditty about some really intense playtime. "Hey babe! What the hell is this thing?" John asked his girlfriend. He was getting ready to put a new floor in the bedroom, one of those fake wood floors that snap together. When he started to clean out the closet...
After visiting a client in the Oakland Hills, Yvonne drove for several blocks down the narrow, windy streets. Ahead of her, she saw a young African American boy riding a bicycle. Seconds later, a twentysomething Asian woman stopped him and talked to him briefly before punching him hard in the face. The boy fell off the bike. She got on and rode off quickly....
When the weather was warm, it was Martha's custom to lay naked in her back garden. She stretched out luxuriously on the large sun lounger, reading, dozing or just contemplating the world for an hour or two each fine afternoon. A high brush fence surrounded the garden, screening it off from the houses either side. Thus, she could lay nude and unobserved, or...
Thanks for all the wonderful comments on the first two chapters! Here are the next two chapters. It's time to teach Loren a bit about being Laura before their dinner party. Synopsis: Loren had no idea what he was getting into when his agent suggested he write transvestite fiction. Nor did he realize how eagerly his wife Stephanie would embrace the idea of f...
(My first story of Shula, and her disappointing experiences at the company conference, encouraged one reader to ask for a sequel. So here it is.) After the company conference in the Midlands, Shula had driven back home in her red mini. She has a reputation of being one of the worst drivers of all time; no-one willingly sat in the passenger seat with her. Sh...
Rachel – Day Two I had actually hoped to fuck Cyndi at least once more before she had to go, but we fell into an exhausted sleep after our last efforts. We were sprawled together on the couch in the living room, me with one leg on the floor to keep us from rolling off, and the two of us clutching one another, but not entirely to keep from falling. There wa...
The muscle car jammed to a stop, pavement ripping into tires, making a shriek only slightly louder than, say, a 13-inch masonry blade tearing through highway concrete. Choking slightly as acrid smoke of burning rubber washed over me, I ran to the driver's window and quickly negotiated a ride. Even behind his opaque sunglasses, I could feel on my exposed ski...
Sacramento, 1983 It began innocent enough. I met my long-time friend Greg, who lived in my townhouse complex, at the clubhouse Jacuzzi. He had with him a woman about my age. She was not gorgeous in the face but had a killer body restrained by a tiny bikini under a tight t-shirt. We sat in the bubbling water, socializing for 20 minutes or so, sipping on Greg...