Gail awoke Saturday morning feeling very contented as thoughts of the prior evening ran through her mind. Bill was already up and not in the bedroom or bath. She decided to take a shower and was soon under the spray. Her soapy hands went to her DD breasts as Gail reflected on Bill's lust for them. He was just as obsessed with her breasts and nipples as ever....
She could tell he was a big guy: muscular, tall and strong. Yet he was aged well into his mid 40s, and ugly. A big middle aged ugly guy with money, someone who would treat women as some sort of his fuck toy, Kristin thought. He was not a good guy for sure, Kristin could instinctively sense. And she felt as though she met him before somewhere. His face was so...
I pulled another mouthful from my Guinness and tried to concentrate on the paperback in front of me. The story was getting good, but how does a healthy straight male concentrate on Clancy with a gorgeous twenty-three-year-old nude doing her laundry in the next room? Ronni's tits and bright smile popped out of the laundry room. "Brent? Are we out of bleach?"...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter VI: Betrayal and Boating It’s amazing how one makes these judgments about people that turn out to be wildly inaccurate. I suppose I should speak only for myself, but I suspect the tendency is universal. Take, for instance, my boss, Susan. I’ve described her as an overly ambitious career female who (ver...
Author's note: I apologize for the delay with submitting this chapter. I have been caught up in many writing projects that have required my attention. Thank you for your patience. Chapter nine will follow close behind, as well as chapter ten. Thank you for reading as always! ***** "So what did Carl want?" I asked, spurred by curiosity and a lack of ideas....
(This is the seventh chapter in a rather long series I have written. It will stand on it's own but there will be better context if you read all the previous chapters. Enjoy and please comment and share!) * Chris woke alone in the giant bed to the savory odor of frying bacon. His stomach grumbled, empty for the past twenty-four hours, and bid him to get ou...
The day started out like any other, boring and seemingly endless, I got to the office late, received a dirty look from my boss and felt tired from a late night with too little sleep. The coffee in the office was terrible but I helped myself freely to it anyway hoping the caffeine would revive at least a tenth of my energy and get me through another long day....
I know I keep making you wait for these chapters. For that, I'm sorry. Not only is time to write short, the dismal winters here make it hard to find inspiration sometimes. Just so you know, there is a Chapter 10... though, that will be apparent when you get to the end of this one. It's already in the works. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading, ~ewebie...
As I sit here in this Nashville bar, I am reminded of the bizarre chain of events that occurred this past year of my life. It is the same bar where I suppose it all started. It is a story worth telling, so here goes. My name is Mark. I am a 30 year old record producer. At the time I was living in Austin,Texas working for a small time record label. I was mar...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host had told of the birthday orgy involving a current top film star, and the Theatre Company Man...