They had breakfast. Dee made the scrambled eggs on toast and Andy made the coffee. They sat across the little kitchen table and smiled at each other as their feet stroked and intertwined with each other. She was dressed only in her firm classical underwear, nylon stockings and shiny satin knickers; and he just in his shorts and shirt. Andy kept his look on h...
"How much?" Carrie Heffernan looked at her husband in shock. "Almost three thousand bucks...the tranny is shot." Carrie groaned. "We don't have that kind of money, Doug." "I know that." He closed his eyes and sighed. Carrie thought about their situation for a few moments. The "Dancers wanted" sign that had been below the marquis at that road side strip c...
I'd have never believed it possible to be so close to orgasm simply by watching someone have sex. To be sure, I'd seen plenty of porn movies on DVD. Fucking, sucking, twosomes, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs and orgies, I'd seen virtually every sexual activity known to man, performed by professionals no less, and while I'd felt stirrings in my groin from v...
Copyright 2004 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Stacey awoke about two hours before dawn. All the frustration of the earlier night had disappeared and she found she could finally think clearly. She turned over and gazed at the young man sleeping by her side. "Oh, Stacey," she thought, "What were you thinking of? He was so embarrassed already, why did you have to st...
Sunlight streaming through a small gap in the curtains woke Sara the next morning. She stirred, sandwiched between Chaucer and Gable. She looked at both men. Chaucer's red hair was all bed tousled. She thought he looked cute like that. Turning toward Gable, she saw his eyes opening. His gold-flecked hazel eyes focused on her. "Good morning, Miss," he said,...
The fitness-center shower area had three separate tiled shower stalls, with another plank-type bench stretching across their front. I stood between the bench and the middle shower, waiting for him. For Ray. For Daddy. I looked down at myself, and my little cock was hard. I was waiting for Daddy, and he was going to wash me, and show me something. Until t...
Rita's bedroom. It was a nice warm and sunny Sunday, with a nice breeze when the phone rang late in the morning. "Hey Bill. Doing anything this afternoon?" "Nope. What's up?" "Not much. You want to come over? I've got something I want to show you." "Give me an hour. Got to finish up some things here and then take a shower." .........................
"Good morning, Mistress Rosella," was the next sound that Anteros heard. It was the voice of Rosella's aide, Iole. Anteros looked at her through sleepy eyes. It was still dark but Iole carried a candle. "Good morning, Iole," Rosella answered. There was not a hint of fatigue or weakness in Rosella's voice. Her voice was strong and clear. Anteros wondere...
This follows from the earlier stories in the series, but is intended to be read as a stand-alone work. Thanks for reading; comments are always welcomed. The two of us strolled hand in hand in the afternoon sun. The sound of the surf on the other side of the spit of land barely covered the calls of the birds near the villa. We kept an eye on the ocean in...
"No." Adrenalin shot through my veins. My eyes widened; my hands shook. I felt cold. "No, no, no, no!" I tapped feverishly on the keyboard as I stared at my dark computer screen in panicked disbelief. A second, commandingly loud clap of thunder bested me. The power was out. "FUCK!" I screamed at the computer, at myself, at nature, at no one in particular....