Roxy sat alone at a table eating dinner. Alone in the middle of the food court surrounded by people and controlled chaos. The mall was a feeding ground for clients, at least, in Roxy's case it was. She sat there in a knee length skirt with a split up the side to her hip. Her retro band t-shirt clung to her tightly, showing off her double D's and was so thin...
He awoke he next morning and admired the lithe and curvaceous naked body that was entangled in the sheets next to him. He shook his head as he recalled the events of another unforgettable nights. Slowly she stirred from a deep sleep. "Hi beautiful," he said. "Hi sexy," she replied as he leaned over to softly kiss her. "Can I say that you are amazing!" h...
Part 09 - I was a public disgrace. Just as the Saturday night party at the end of November was starting, Matt asked me if I was still interested in being abused somewhere very public. I hadn't thought much about it since that Truth or Dare night and I'd confessed to one of my fantasies, but it soon all came back to me and I replied that I was. "Right, ever...
Jael's heavily kholed eyes glittered beneath his arched eyebrow, staring intently at his favourite barmaid, lingering on her swaying hips as she pottered round the old oak bar. Long fingers gripped his pewter chain and pendant, twirling it round in little circles, twisting the key that hung there with familiarity. He sat at his usual table, running a long na...
Commonwealth Navy patrols were an occupational hazard of Cas' job. They were, in the grand scheme of things, one of the less dangerous of those hazards. Unlike some of the less savoury customers that Cas dealt with, the low-ranking blue caps assigned to inspect cargo and intergalactic transport papers were not especially dangerous. They tended to avoid goi...
Editor's Note: You Make My Wife! Rich and Becca's Early Adventures in Whitebread Swinging Along Highway 70 1970-1975 Rich and Rebecca Cratylus were born into the first generation of whitebread, conventionally middle-class Americans to assimilate into the post-Pill, media-celebrated "Sexual Revolution" of the Twentieth Century. Working from their experience...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....
Her short shorts moved with her hips as they swayed back and forth. The man's hands she danced with roamed and tugged at her low cut shirt. The guy was nice but she was more entranced by the lead guitarist of the band playing tonight at the bar. His dark red hair peeked under his army style hat. She looked on down to his tone arms as they played, saw how nic...
I tossed and twisted until well after the sun came up, when at last Roxy came to get me. "Mornin' Susie honey! How's my favorite little naked slut? I was so tired I slept like a baby. How about you? The guys'll be here in a half hour--you'd better get cleaned up. Gosh--you look just awful." Thanks a lot, I thought, as she undid all the tape and pulled the...
My God she was hot. The older sister of one of my best friends. At twenty-one to my mere twenty it didn't sound like much, but she already had a four year old child. I had hooked up with her at a bar when Jim introduced her to me. Shoulder length brown hair with a slight curl, skinny but with a classical set of curves that were accentuated by her very tight...