When I ran into Trevor on campus a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of things working out the way they did. However, isn't that how most chains of weird experiences happen though? At least in this case it did. Trevor and I had been good friends in high school, running in the same circle of friends. We'd hung out quite a bit together back then in our g...
(For those who have read part one of this story, the version below is The Price of Passion in its entirety - parts one through three. -- BTW, thanks for the great emails. They're very much appreciated!) ~ Maleko ______________________________ I lost control gradually. I honestly thought my desires for her would be something I could contain. It would be har...
Now, Soapy stared at Melinda 109 as Webb kept babbling at her, holding her hand as if she was a real, live woman. Melinda had been in and out of The Little Shop a lot after Gridwell had reluctantly returned her... Most clients couldn't afford more than a half-hour visit, and Soapy would wince as he'd hear their agonized shrieks as Melinda caned them in th...
Disclaimer Any resemblance to real names, persons or things is purely coincidental. This is a work of fantasy fiction, as such, the author recognizes any sexual situations depicted in this story are not realistic. This story does not intend to represent or advocate the lifestyle presented in this story. Easing into my beach chair, I enjoyed the warmth o...
All characters are 18 or older I Have A Plan -- Trust Me -- My Plans ALWAYS Work -- Chapter 4 OR -- A 36 Year Old PHD Mother Can Learn To Just Let Go After our Mother Daughter good morning fucks by our man Stan the super stud, Valerie and I paraded around in the kitchen totally naked fixing us all a lite breakfast with Stan's cum running down our thighs....
I'm Trevor Knudsen, the golf pro at Willow Creek, a nice little 18 hole golf course out in the countryside with a few hills, mature trees, and a meandering creek running through it. Very bucolic. The course attracts a lot of people who are just taking up the game, especially a lot of women who like the casual attitude of those who play here. In fact, several...
January 2004 "Another celebrity bartending weekend," Nicki said. "Yeehaw." "Got to admit, Asher's a genius, usin' his connection trew Orly an' de others," Beth said. "Brings in a crowd durin' slow times." "Who's here dis week?" Thi asked. "Ryan Gosling an' Dom." "Has Alyssa tol' him yet? Dat's she pregnant?" "Why?" Nicki asked. "Baby ain't his." Thi an...
As he departed his office, Brian Miller noticed that the wind was blowing harder than he thought. He should have left sooner, but wanted to make certain the Ford Enterprises Gulf Coast office was secure. An inconsiderate Category 2 hurricane was approaching and had chosen late evening to arrive. The building had survived previous storms and would, no doubt,...
I'm a vibrant forty-something year old divorcee who has an active sex life. I've been blessed with a petite figure and a pretty face, so I've never had problems finding willing partners to help me explore my sexuality. I love sex, and I especially love giving blowjobs. I love everything about sucking cock, the look of ecstasy in my partner's eyes, the feelin...
Wednesday - February 15, 2006 Authors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the fourth day of a fourteen-day vacation that began with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is no longer a fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining...