Tim sprinted to the bus stop just as the driver shut the doors. He tapped and looked pleadingly through the glass doors at the driver, who ignored him. The bus roared off. Tim sighed and returned to the curb. He looked up at the sky. It had begun to rain. His brand-new Kenzo suede jacket was going to get rain spots. He felt a fleeting pang of irritation at...
Bev, the mature teacher and widow. Part 5 Next day morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon. I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. Bev was in a red tank top and silk panties. My cock stirred. I said, “Good morning, love.” I grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She did not wear a bra! She smelled of fresh p...
By mid-morning the sun had broken through the clouds and blue sky was once again on show. Louise soon began to wish she hadn't worn her thick fleece, but she was pretty much stuck with it until they stopped for a rest. She stayed towards the middle of the long line of cyclists traversing an endless succession of winding country lanes. Cows mooed mournfully...
I walk into the library to return a few books and get some further reading for my daily commute on the train. I approach the counter and hand over my books. I don't recognise you, you must be new; the first thing I notice is the perfume, musky, sexy and very evocative, something I've not noticed with the other librarians. But as I got closer your figure was...
His beloved comes to him at dawn. Always an early riser, he is out in the greenhouse on this summer morning, tending the roses, her favorite pink ones that he grows especially for her. They have a special meaning for the two of them, he sent them to her after their first night together, and she has always remembered and loved him for that. It has been his...
A soft dreamy subtle ripple flowing through my slumbering essence awakens me. I don't know how long I have been asleep, maybe decades to centuries. Dormant but alert, time is of no relevance. My existence is as ageless as the setting sun. I have lost track over the centuries as to how old I am. I live and die over and over. Birth, life and death have mingled...
It was Friday afternoon and the hotel bar traffic was building. I sat and sipped a Dewars-and-water and watched the 20-something redhead behind the bar make drinks. Some part of me found her appealing but I was lost in thought. CNN Headline News paraded silently across a large TV monitor attached to the ceiling. I absently scanned a complimentary USA Today a...
There goes a story in the old Indian literature, which narrates about an ascetic, who performed a tapasya (meditation) to please the gods. The gods were apprehensive of the powers he would beget in case he succeeded in his motives, and sent a supernatural beauty, an apsara to disrupt his meditation. The rest is left to the imagination. Let the imagination ru...
I would like to thank my friend "Nick" for helping to start this story. With his help, I bring you this. * * * * * * * * * * * It was her scent that awoke him. She wore a light perfume that smelled like lilacs. He opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything. She had blindfolded him. He lay still in his hotel bed. He had drank a few after contract signing...
Once John was on a trans-European overnight train. He never knew what an experience was in store for him. As he entered the cabin, an extremely fair lady welcomed him with a sensuous smile. She was traveling alone. Her perfume made him mad. She was a slightly fatty lady in her mid-forties. She had enticing breasts and sensual lips. She had a very pointed...