I get home and you are walking around with a sly grin on your face. We have plans to go out to dinner and you have my clothes laid out and tell me that I need to hurry and get cleaned up. I quickly get a shower and get dressed for us to leave. On our way to the restaurant you keep rubbing your breasts and making your nipples hard. I keep thinking about how...
Once upon a time, not so long ago my old reliable Volkswagen van dutifully chugged away the miles while my girlfriend and I babbled endlessly and took delight in the passing scenery as dusk settled over the mountain landscape. It was always an adventure when we set out on the road for one of our frequent sojourns. Judy and I would make the 400 mile drive to...
The third Halloween story I did for 2017 had to wait to post it. It was a dark and foggy night as I made my way home along the country road. Stopping suddenly I heard a noise, waiting I didn't hear it again. Shrugging I again started to pedal. I felt safe as nothing bad had happened here for hundreds of years. Nothing bad like women being violated, murdered...
Hey everybody this is just a short story. There are no chapters after this one, but I had to write it because I was inspired by a song to write it. The name of the song is Marathon by Raheem DeVaughn and Floetry, hence the name of the story. I hope you enjoy this story and I might write more short stories after this I have to see first. Please keep the feedb...
Chapter 5: The Shame Game I don't like the idea of being seen naked by a stranger, not one bit, and yet I do, and that's what it's all about, isn't it? It's that part of me projected into my Mistress as a crude plea to be humiliated. Tis one of those rich cravings originating in a dimly lit fold of my cranium, a fissure of gray matter most perverted, a long...
Not long after Rob had asked me to be a part of his wedding to Dana as a groomsman and I'd accepted, I was pleased to learn that I'd be paired up with his oldest sister, Kathy, who'd be one of Dana's bridesmaids. I hadn't seen Kathy in person in a long time, though we were connected online via social media. We'd had a brief fling many years prior, just a lit...
Friday Yawning as I realize my phone is ringing, reaching to glance at the caller ID and smiling as I read the incoming number. My voice deep with sleep, and, as always when you come to mind, desire. A lazy hello greets me as I flick open the phone, already eliciting a soft moan from me. "Good morning babe," is the most I can muster at this hour. The time...
Note: If you haven't already, read Coworker Sleepover Ch. 01, which is a prequel to this story. We did get some sleep that night, though the number of hours we were having sex and the number of hours we were sleeping were probably pretty close to equal. When I did sleep, it was solidly and I was still pretty well out when she slipped under the covers early...
The music pumped loudly as I sat nursing my drink. Every time I come to these conferences there's always one vendor that wants to throw the "hip" party at some trendy club... watching these middle-aged white guys gyrating like they're having fits was hilarious, but getting boring. I was about to say my goodbyes when I saw her... did she come out of the back...
The TV's blaring, her favorite show lighting up our little apartment, but I pay it no mind. I simply stare at her, lying on the couch in nothing but a skimpy pair of red panties and a stainless white T-shirt, the liquid crystal display casting a feint blue tinge on her gently tanned skin. Massaging her heavenly feet in my lap, I marvel at the beauty of her g...