{Author's Note: This story follows on from To Take Advantage Of A Friend. It stands alone, but might be more enjoyable after the other story}. Jane's body lay taut and tense on her bed. Her forehead and chest gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, and her nipples poked chewingly at the ceiling. She had been close to orgasm for over an hour and was desperate to...
I would never have thought it. I had known Jane eight years, and although she was cute-pretty - five nine, blonde, with a narrow boyish figure - we had never moved beyond low key flirting. Truth be told, despite her niceish looks she wasn't that sexy. Too cold. So the possibility that, for a week, she would submit herself to my every whim and fancy, well it...
♪ "Let my lay down beside you...let me give my love to you." Once they were back inside she asked if he'd start a fire. She poured two glasses of wine leaving the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of the fireplace excusing her self. "I'll be right back. There's a stash on the mantle if you'd like to roll a few," she said before going into the b...
I have to endure a yearly prostate exam since I've been 48 years old; this is my fantasy of how a prostate exam should be given. Ok, I have been putting it off for about two weeks; I'm just was having a very difficult time bringing my self to call Dr. Steins office for my annual prostate exam. Maybe the doctor's name will give you some idea about how much f...
James Woodward stepped off the vaporetto and began to make his way across the paved approach to the railway station. Like the rest of Venice, it was hot and crowded. Fellow travellers with large suitcases, arriving or departing, lumbered in the heat or stood like islands on a concrete sea, forcing others to walk around them. The steps up to the station entra...
Her name was Linda. I heard about her and her service from a friend. She was in her mid-forties and had an aristocratic look; slim with sharp features. When I first met her I thought she was a rich sophisticated lady who was looking for some excitement in her life. That opinion hasn't changed. That first meeting went well. We met for coffee. Even in her trim...
Author's Note: The events described herein happened when I was eighteen, and a virgin. Yes, that dirty old man St. Nick turned me into a trick. He made me ride his "north pole" like a cowgirl and he slid down my hot little chimney. But I never did get all the presents he promised me for being naughty and nice. And the necklace was pearl, not diamond. Actuall...
The Story of Golden, the Girl with Bleached-blond Dreadlocks, and the Three Behrs -Cinner There once was a young woman called Golden. She wore dreadlocks. She was often called "Goldenlocks" because she had bleached her dreadlocks blond, and because it was too good a chance for people with droll senses of humour to miss since everyone knew the story of Gold...
[This story is likely to be more meaningful if you first read the opening chapter, as the characters are introduced there, and the events which occurred then do set the scene for this chapter's happenings. Again, please do not proceed further if you find subjects such as bodily functions to be disagreeable.] * Linda was still standing facing the wall in t...
The story contained herein is fiction. It is intended purely as entertainment for the reader. You may not reproduce my work without my explicit consent. * Consciousness took the stage my eyes fluttering open, a bright light piercing my retinas, blinding my newly opened light receptors, forcing them inert once more. Sitting up quickly, my brain threatenin...