Dear readers; a few months ago I asked your help to fashion the direction of my story. With your many e-mails and comments, this is the resulting story. I hope you enjoy it. As always I hope you stroke yourself while reading. Jay -------------------------------------------------- The next morning I felt reborn. I woke next to the naked, deeply sleeping lo...
After Dancing and stripping for several months, one evening a gentleman approached me. He ask if I would be interested in posing for a set of boudoir pictures. I took his number, and told him I would think about it and let him know. I knew that I loved to wear and be seen in soft and sexy lingerie. I could imagine how much I would enjoy being photographed,...
Wolfram Warthog is actually my dart shooting name. The preferred and best darts for the professional dart shooter are tungsten darts. If you check the atomic symbol for tungsten it is a, "W." The W is for its old English name wolfram. I like the sound of wolfram, better then tungsten. It provides me visions of a wolf ramming a ram. "Yowlllllllleee" I'm not a...
Present Time My breathing was only beginning to slow as I lay back on the hotel room bed propped against a wad of pillows and watched Brooke bending over searching her purse for her cigarettes. She was nude and bending from the waist, her nearly perfect ass facing me and her cheeks framing her lips. As she stood up with her cigarettes she glanced over her s...
"And. Action." The directive seemed a bit of a cliché, especially for the type of film we were shooting, but it was apparently still the vernacular of the trade. Upon hearing it, I took one more second to mentally prepare myself and then walked through the front door onto the set, in full view of the camera. The set was actually in a real house, donated fr...
I'd like to thank Matt Moreu for cleaning up the rough spots and making it easier to read. * All right I admit I fucked up big this time. It wasn't intentional or planned, but in the eyes of my wife Carol, it didn't make any difference. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time sent my marriage into a downward death spiral the only problem now being Carol...
Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. Enjoy! When I drove Angel into the Westin reception area, two valets rushed to open our doors. It was the first McLaren they had seen, evidently, and were surprised when my door opened up. They just stood there with mouth...
Chapter 5 "Recorded for Posterity" Picture this: You see a woman, of medium build, laying along the length of a sofa. Her brunette hair comes down just past her shoulders, though because her head is propped up on the armrest, some of it flows down the side of the sofa. One leg rests high along the top of the back, the other is stretched wide in the other...
Hunter File # 0005: Jessie Age: 35 Height: 5'7" Figure/Stats: Buxom MILF, 32D-24-30. Hair: Blonde, down past the shoulders. Eyes: Blue Trophy Taken: White Bikini Swimsuit (I seem to be collecting a lot of these lately) * Hunter File # 0004b: Sofia Age: 35 Height: 5'6" Figure/Stats: Average to Curvy sized MILF, 34C-26-34 Hair: Dirty Bl...
Author's note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text. Thank you for reading. Please enjoy. Chapter 3 The sun was high over the Pacific Ocean. Clay was there to watch the familiar yet breathtaking sight fr...