There is an old saying "Appearances can be deceiving." This could not have been more true for Randy Davis, an average red blooded American male 23 year old college grad student. At first glance, most people would have him pegged as a nerdy geeky Poindexter type, with his short black hair cut like Joe Friday from the 1960's Dragnet Television series, and the...
Jen pulled Michael to her as soon as he entered their condo. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. Her body burned with desire. She needed Michael inside her. She needed fucked, an orgasm. Michael needed it too. He hadn't been in the storeroom. But he watched Matt seduce her on the dance floor. He watched, like many others, as Matt lead Jen into the darken hallw...
Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 8 Barb's transformation is nearly complete. Authors note: This series is about to wrap up. I thought that now would be a good time to introduce some more characters into the mix and plant the seeds for new story lines. There is not a lot of actual sex in this one but I hope you enjoy it none the less. *** Randy became anxious as he tu...
This is my Summer Lovin' contest entry. Comments are welcome. Votes are appreciated. Warning: there is a MMF threesome. * Every summer is fire season in Texas. Hot temperatures, low humidity, and strong winds manifest, particularly in July, to make every day a fire waiting to happen. But when July comes during a drought year, the volunteer firefighters, l...
Spring had come early something else I noticed about Thomas. He was a gardener anything he touched grew into massive floral bouquets. Sitting out on the porch as we read about our next case. The greenery shaded us beautifully. Glancing at the names on the tops of the bio's it didn't ring a bell. Looking at the stats never gave much information. That would c...
Greg looked down at Ann’s new game with bemusement and some trepidation. There was a velvet bag with five names, one of them his own. There was a die that had six labels: fuck, oral, prep, get off, 3 and dare. The second die had numbers on it, but different ones than normal. “What are these, Ann?” he asked nervously, “Tell me they’re not what I think they a...
Rachel Robins felt the hot caress of the Southern sun on her well-oiled body as she effortlessly pulled on the oar in her hands, propelling the canoe down the sleepy, sultry river. The summer sun and the sight of her husband in the canoe ahead, along with the consumables they'd taken along, had conspired to make her very horny. She reveled in the sight of h...
As Tawny spots Randy standing outside his car, all time stopped for a moment as she just stood there and stared at him. In an instant, everything she had experienced with Randy earlier in the day, suddenly all came back to her vividly. Tawny can't move; she's frozen in place. Randy walks over to her, extending his hand for hers, she smiles softly as she take...
Author's note: This story contains themes of crude humor, racial prejudice, and bigotry. The intention is not to incite, but to entertain. If you are sensitive to these themes, skip this one. If you can handle these themes with tolerance, by all means, enjoy. -- "Aw fuck." Randy cried as the TV illuminated his face in the dark living room. "Catch the fucki...
Annie found sleep eluding her even after a long hot shower. She had even laid back in her Jacuzzi to no avail. William raced through her mind's eye how tall he stood. His laugh lines, his physique was so masculine. His mannerisms were tender, gentle. How would he be to make love too? Annie shook her head jumping out of her bed she hurriedly threw on a robe....