With a leisurely deep drag on a 120 cigarette, Julie's opal-shaped blue eyes drifted down to the fashion magazine laying open in her lap. My tongue rapidly flicked in and out of her vagina, while she absentmindedly turned the pages of the magazine, and then exhaled a long tight cone of smoke. Wisps of smoke hung above her, like tiny white clouds. The smell...
My wife's name is Anna. She's a research engineer, genetics. I'm an artist. A commercial artist, not one of those alcoholic, sex on a giant canvas types. Though that does sound kind of fun. Anna and I have kids, a house that's aging, and incredibly demanding deadlines both in day jobs and family business. After our last baby was born - God, I hope it's the...
The neon sign beamed across the dim intersection; Rankin's Inn. He could barely remember anything about the girl that had led him here, but he remembered enough to go ahead and board the flight to Prague. Samuel was a lawyer at a prestigious firm in Boston when he met the girl of his dreams, Maribelle Bovna. She had had trouble with some sort of luggage at c...
My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. But behind closed doors....
"This is nothing more than a fantasy of mine, a mind-gone-wild exercise. Those seeking a great work of written art should not expect more than that." It looks like this year's photo business will be more local than extended travel, which is fine. But, there's something about being on the road that gets me horny and keeps me horny. There are enough local pla...
My name is Kelli; I am a stay at home mom, so to stay busy during the day I tend to go to the gym a lot which has its benefits. I'm thirty-seven years old and have a nice figure. I'm five feet five inches tall with 40DD breasts, narrow waist, and nice shapely hips to grab onto and I have medium length brown hair with green eyes. Steven and I have been marrie...
Sorry about the long delay between chapters. Thanks for all the e-mails (you know who you are), and the continued favorable voting. Comments, critiques, and suggestions are always welcome. Reminder: I do not own these characters. This story is fiction and not for profit. It is solely the product of my somewhat twisted imagination. Warning...If you thought i...
Samantha Willcotts III, a widow for the last third of her seventy-two year life, approached what appeared to be terminal climax at 11:40 p.m. on a Thursday evening. The batteries in her super vibrator continued powering the instrument for almost thirty minutes after they were no longer needed. Friday morning, Peters, her forty-three, newly hired domestic, m...
The telephone was ringing and the voice on the other end was my sister-in-law, Arlene. She asked me, in her usual cold manner, if she could speak to my wife. "Hi Rich, can I please talk to Debbie". There was something about her that I could never really stand, but she was my wife's sister, so I always kept a smile on my face when I was around her. "Arlene, c...
She looked tall and was dressed all in black ... some sort of a cape, fedora, leather gloves, stockings and spike heels. She was a strikingly handsome woman. Swirls of silver-gray hair peeked out from under the fedora, which was cocked jauntily to one side. She smiled and said," Hello, I'm Silver. Climb in." She handled the ubiquitous white Accord with eas...