I'd finally found a new description for the evening's tropical sunset, one not involving the adjectives sultry or fiery, when a small but determined fist smashed into my dinner plate. "Murderer!" The fist belonged to a woman I'd glanced at a few times, as she sat at the bar and as I wrote and scratched out sentences on the back of a cocktail napkin. "Li...
Author's Note: Hey folks, guess who's back! I don't know, I feel like this instalment took a little longer to finish than the others. Is that the case? Anyway, just a few quick things: One, I'd like to extend a big thank you to all of you who commented or emailed me feedback; I'm making a special effort to reply to each and every email that comes with a repl...
Friday morning and Heather was up bright and early, prancing around nervously, her naked tits wiggled and waggled around with her excited movements. I just propped myself up on my elbow and watched the show. I looked down at the comforter and for the first time, noticed cum stains. I knew they were not mine; they were probably left by Don when he pulled out...
Copyright© 2009 by Jake Rivers Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, su...
Her walk was just like any other high school teacher. She had the stern look of business and control. Her eyes were locked straight ahead, yet you were sure she saw everything around her. If she did, she must have been aware of every teenage boy glaring at her perfect body and drooling inside. Plainly stated, Miss Perry was gorgeous. The newest faculty mem...
Chapter 2 -- The Hideaway Lounge (Chapter 2 of 4) The Back Story (get your mind out of the gutter, that happens later!) To figure out what has happened up to now, start with Cynthia's Story Chapter 1 -- Dress Shopping Cynthia and her husband, Francis, have been toying with the idea of swinging for a few weeks and enjoying role playing during sex. In Chap...
Author's Note: This is another Sean and Sheila story. For the beginning, try Kitty & Teddy, LLC. This is more a travel chronicle than a sex story, though some airplane sex is required. ;-) Chapter 1 Depart: 1:45 a.m. Sat, May 26 Los Angeles, CA (LAX) Arrive: 6:25 a.m. Sun, May 27 Honolulu, HI (HNL) Travel Time: 5 hr 40 mn Distance: 2,556 miles Flight: UA...
I wish to sincerely thank my muse for this story, DirtyDebbie! * Don't wet your pants reading the title. I'm not the Debbie who did Dallas, and if you're expecting that the "Does" in the title means that I fuck everyone who I come into contact with there then you will be sadly disappointed. I hope that my little sojourn to Vegas still interests you, howev...
It happened so fast. She signed in hoping to have a nice hot chat with him, but instead Trisha found a series of instructions that left her wandering through the next few days like she was in a dream. "Take the weekend off," his directions said, "pack a bag, grab a cab, and be at the airport at 5 PM Friday. Wear something nice because this Friday is going...
When I was in college I had many friends, but the ones I always hung out with I actually went to high school with. I never got into the Greek life, and neither did my friends, so every weekend we did our own thing. Every Monday we would hear about some frat guys talking about how hammered they got, threw up, and don't really remember much after that. It was...