Up T'Smoke. 5. Stanford. The flight to California was long, 11 h with United, even in Business Class it was tiring and I slept a lot. My contact with the pharmaceutical group was one of the CEOs, Mervyn Toschak, who I had met with Alastair McKenzie my Ph.D. supervisor. He told me that both he and Alastair would be at the airport to meet me. Although they...
It was all beginning to get terribly real now, and I knew that my chances of getting home to deliver was zero. I thought about my options. In the box in front of the squashed shelter Mike had built I knew was a whole mess of stuff, including a thermal blanket and I hoped desperately his cooker and pans would be there, I was bound to need hot water after all...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13: Jamaican Fun (Copyright 2000. By Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. Click Here to listen to Chapter 1. Click Here to listen to Chapter 2. Click Here to listen to Chapter 3. Click Here to listen to Chapter 4. Click Here to listen to Chapter 5. Click Here to listen to Chapter 6. Click Here...
Chapter 5- Spygasm Though Lynn and I had agreed on a date and were eager to go on it, we decided that we might have to wait a little while to make it happen, strictly for logistical purposes. We couldn't have a date in-town, for fear of her being recognized, meaning we had to drive elsewhere and this was predicated on her home schedule and being able to fi...
Once again this is for those readers that enjoy a nice, hard, swollen juicy cock to suck, while sharing it with the love of their life, their Loving Wives. * I had been engaged to Lisa for a year. I felt that I had the most beautiful wife in the world. In reality, and to be completely honest, She was what most men would call mousey. Lisa was twenty two. Sh...
Another request including the title, hopefully it was what they wanted. Any and all engaged in sex are 18 or older. *** Cookies and Pie The snow was heavier and wetter than I had anticipated, even at the ripe old age of twenty and in tip top shape my back and shoulders ached from shoveling, how I wish I had put the plow on the truck the night before. Wh...
(Author's Note: I put in an introductory part to any series I write so that anyone who hasn't been reading the former parts of the series can catch up to speed. However, if you've already been reading this series, you can skip the intro by heading down to the first page break, which looks like this: *****. Thank you for reading, and enjoy! LQ). You have got...
Warning: Does have a racial slur, but not used in a racist manner. That Friday night in the hotel was the first time Andre and I ever actually slept together and I liked it even though Andre was not a cuddle person. I liked snuggling up to his large muscular body even though he would push me away after a while and one time told me, "Fuck, girl, stop hangin...
Starting in the 1600s, when the English first found India, family tradition has it that at least one male member of every generation has gone off in quest of Indian cunt; a kind of coming of age thing. Others went off to subjugate, to teach those damn natives what the white man's superiority was all about; but not us. Not for us pseudo patriotic thoughts of...
In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attention...