Megan stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Catching her reflection in the foggy mirror she congratulated herself for keeping in shape. Not that it was doing her much good since she was alone at home for the fourth weekend in a row. Apparently hanging out with his hunting buddies was more interesting to Kevin than time with his wife. Megan felt a...
After moving into the new house, I discovered all sorts of small projects to address. The first, and most annoying, was the steady drip of hot water in the bathroom. The tap set was shot – probably original hardware for the late 1950s style bungalow, and the shut-off valve wasn’t working either. While I pride myself on being pretty handy, I just didn’t feel...
Chapter One "Oh my God! You're the 'Getting Lucky Guy.' I just love your ... your ... (Internet celebrity generally occurs without any direct association of talent. so confusion isn't unexpected) You ... are ... so ... funny (When in doubt - funny works.) Wow, it's true - you really are bigger in real life." She giggled at the 'bigger' comment then gave me...
This is a follow up to Pink Intimations. You may want to read it, but I think this stands on its own, so it may not matter. *** The first time Mickey and I fucked was in the handicapped stall in men's bathroom, while the washroom attendant and another guy stood by outside. We'd met earlier that day. He invited me to a concert and told me to wear a pretty...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in y...
Good time for a coffee break, Blake thought when he saw the sign: Hannah's Divine Donuts. He slowed his Audi A5 and guided it into a space near the front. Taking a deep breath, he listened to the hum of the motor and the faint whick, whick of the windshield wipers. After turning off the engine, he buttoned his wool overcoat and got out. The day was gloomy,...
Sandra lay in the bath staring at her breasts. "To bra or not to bra that is the question!" she mused to herself. After the interlude with Mr. Douglas earlier that day on Chad Neal's desk when she had been royally fucked by the firm's most important client, what to wear (or leave off) on their date that evening was proving to be a problem. She must wear pan...
There she was, standing by the roadside in the headlights of my battered old truck. Right away I noticed that she was stark naked. Not a stitch of clothes on; in her birthday suit. She wasn't actually hitchhiking, just posed with arms crossed under her bare breasts. And nice breasts they were, with large dark areolae that I've always found so erotic. And th...
Ms. Brennan was the most peculiar combination of frigid ice queen and shameless cocktease Andy had ever met in his life. On the one hand, she wore the shortest little skirts and the tallest high heels (the kind that drove Andy crazy, with the thin straps around the ankles) to the bank each and every day, always left the top three buttons of her tight blouse...
The girls arrived for breakfast together. "Fuck me with your mouth, don't stoooop," Brielle said, in a credible imitation of Georgina, while Lola moaned and screamed. The girls all laughed and touched. The touch robbed the words of malice. Reggie explained about her nightmares and how they destroyed Georgina's sleep. Brielle hugged Reggie, "You will shar...