Woke up in the hard cage. Alone. Again. Like it better when I'm in between them. Warmer. I can touch one with my feet and the other with my head or hands. Even in my sleep I'm always touching them. Started to move and found I was wet and squishy below. Really squishy, I could feel it up my back. Rolled over and clumsily climbed the bars until I was standi...
Note to the reader: This story carries on from my previous story "My Fingers Do The Walking", so I suggest that you read that first. Thanx, TheMorg. Heather was bored. There was no doubt about it – she was bored. Even though it was term time at University, where she now studied, she simply had nothing to do. Her thoughts drifted back to the summer vacation,...
I never intended a sequel to my earlier story. Sometimes it's just that moment in time that I want to examine. Then I got to wondering what kind of man has an affair with a married woman? That led me down this road and I hope you find it interesting. ***** "God, no, you don't understand... Wait a minute. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say 'God' like tha...
KAT FINALLY FOUND HER NIGHTGOWN, and slipping it over her head, she growled in frustration. Reliving her brazen attitude that August night was not going to help her body discard the faint residue of Gus that was left after this evening's kiss. As she stood over the sink brushing her teeth, she looked up at her reflection and sighed. "Stop this," she admonis...
10th July Pussy work We had gone for a run about 5 which felt good and again turned a lot of heads as we all just wore sports bras and thong sports pants. There was an outdoor gym which we used at the end of the run, both to keep those Viking bodies toned and for Alex's strange new philanthropy of turning on the holidaying dykes. We got an appreciative rou...
"But, I can't ..." "Sure you can. You want to." "That's just my cock. It has a brain of its own." "Oh, I like the way it thinks." Dana leaned close, her hair brushing my shoulders. Her rock hard nipples were threatening to pop right through the taut fabric of her wet little bikini top. At least she was now close enough that I was no longer staring at tho...
I met her because the car broke down…if the car had been running, I would not have needed to take the bus. It was the summer after my graduation from high school and I was doing the fast food job thing to pay for my beer, guitar strings and the constant repairs needed by my ’73 Datsun. Since my “band” actually spent more money then we made, the burger joint...
We were sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers laced, both staring out into the night sky over the city. It was awkward at first, sitting with her on her bed, but awkward silence quickly turned into lustful energy as soon as I heard her tender voice. What had started as a semi-casual conversation about sex had turned into a heated exploration of kinky desir...
Driving that long stretch of I-95 toward our Florida destination, I couldn't help thinking about how much nicer the ride had become since the last time I made this trip... many years ago on my annual leaves from the Navy base in Jacksonville to see the old folks back home. I looked across the bench seat of my pick-up truck and watched her sleep... the greeni...
Twisting and furling, a black shape glides through the afternoon air. It wafts over the roofs of houses, casting an ever-changing shadow that no one sees. Forty feet up from a bed of sunflowers, it pulses, throwing out three or four tapering tendrils, and with a faint pop the ground falls away again as the wingless thing rises on an intangible current. It sw...