She heard the doorbell ring inside the house as her finger depressed the button to the left of the door. Birds chirped in the trees around the neighborhood and the air was fragrant with spring flowers. After a few moments the sound of footsteps could be heard from inside. The door opened and there stood a stern looking woman who appeared to be in her late 50...
Cindy sat at the kitchen table sipping her chickory coffee. The aroma and taste seemed even stronger than normal. All her senses were at a heightened state. Would she return tomorrow or stay home? There was over $1500 cash in her purse waiting to go in the bank. She had to return didn't she? She thought back over the last week. It had all began at the very s...
I post this in the this category because I suppose I now am one of those kind of females. Perhaps it actually is a fetish? I don't know. I also do not know why I am writing this, I just am. I also want to offer a special thanks to one of the finest writers here, he asked me to not name him and I do not know the why of that, either. I suspect the change in...
The next morning I woke up. As my eyes adjusted to the light, and my brain took it's time recognizing where I was, it began to think about last night. I remember Colleen kneeling on the floor in front of me, her tits covered in my cum and smiling, saying "this changes everything." I turned my head, there she was, still sleeping, still looking hot, and makin...
I sign the credit card slip, but I'm not ready to leave. My target is just finishing her desert. She has been there a long time and will want to visit the Ladies Room before leaving. Yes, she is getting up now. Silently I count to fifty, then follow her. As expected, she has finished her business and is leaning into the mirror, touching up her makeup. She m...
I had been out of college for about five years, working in a large West Coast city as an economist for an import/export firm, when I got the call. I was in the middle of a large transaction involving shipments of Australian beer, of all things, and was awaiting the final import duty figures when the phone rang. I whipped it up off of its carriage and barked,...
What A Girl Must Do On my own for the first time, twenty-three and nursing a broken heart, I needed first to keep my mind off my amorous woes. Totally away from my usual nature, I chose to be pragmatic. I brainstormed for a way to stay in South Florida, and exist comfortably in my apartment. I loved it here, so different from my hometown of Anderson, Indian...
Here's something I've been working on bit by bit since I figured out how to move on from Fated Hearts. I'm super excited to have something other than The Masseur with a more real quality than....well. Let's face it. Eric was just a fantasy, even though I imagined Alexander Skarsgard every time I had to write some sex into that story (swoon). Anyway. This sto...
Back in 1975, my young wife and I had moved from our hometown to El Paso, Texas. I had taken a job there and we moved about 700 miles early that summer. As I have told in my stories earlier, we had purchased a house with a swimming pool. I worked various shifts in my job and my wife was unemployed and staying at home working around the house. Our home was...
I've known Randy since high school. We rode the same bus, lived less than a mile apart, were assigned to the same study halls and shared the same lunch period. This is not to say we were 'buds' back in the day but we were in shared company hundreds upon hundreds of times over a span of four years so we knew each other for sure. What I didn't know, had no clu...