It had been a long, horrible day. It seemed like the whole world had decided to call upon her to rectify their problems. One complaint after another, the phone didn’t stop ringing once. But now, she was free. Her boss had finally allowed her to close up her office for the weekend. Not a moment too soon either, although she did regret not bringing a warmer ja...
Finally. The end of the longest business trip and the longest time that I had ever spent away from my wife was coming to an end. OK, it was three weeks, nothing compared to the six or eight month deployments when I was in the Navy, but I was single then. It didn't seem so long. As the airliner hurtled its way through the air, I reclined in my overly crowded...
The first time Claire caught him watching her she was sitting at the gate waiting for the long-delayed flight home. Although the man's frequent gazes made her a little uncomfortable, she couldn't help but feel somewhat flattered by the attention. After all, it wasn't often the thirty-something married mother of two got a chance at innocent flirtation with a...
Catalina dug her toes into the warm sand, the sound of waves lapping against the shore filled her heart with peace as she let the sun warm tanned, wet skin. Her day had been dedicated to surfing while her friends spent their time tanning on the beach not far off, but after a few hours she was exhausted and came to relax on the shore. Her best friend Stacy's...
Thus far. I am a plump forty six year old woman, at this moment impossibly randy, who has recently seduced a sexual god, just in his mid twenties, my toy-boy. Just now I'm supposed to be a school girl and he, the lecherous old headmaster who, in between driving me the verge of madness with lust, has compelled me to piss through my knickers, strip, be hosed d...
Please enjoy reading my submission for the 2012 Summer Lovin' Story Contest. Comments are always welcome...thanks for reading! Ella A French 75 is made from Gin, Champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. The drink was created in 1915 at the Paris landmark, Harry's New York Bar by barman Harry MacElhone. The combination was said to have such a kick that it felt li...
Third Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales My husband had the flu, and was coughing and sneezing for two weeks. He respects me enough not to have gotten romantic with me while he was ill, which might risk infecting me. Besides, the illness left him too weak for the kind of vigorous physical activity that we both enjoy. Despite his best intenti...
***Months Later*** Entry IV Dear Diary, He's coming this afternoon! Oh, I thought the waiting would never end! That business trip to France; I have been going mad left alone, with only his little notes and presents arriving by poste. I've cleaned the flat and filled it with flowers, and laid out His robe by the door. Oh, diary, I am like a schoolgirl aga...
The tutorial continues. Bianca walked, scruff brown dirt, fallen dried leaves and drips of spattered sunlight scattered behind in her wake. Her head turned from side to side, perhaps looking for redemption, or a safer route, or at least a moment to pause and ponder the path her steps were taking. Pushed forwarding, her hands clutched a folded map, her eyes...
"Come to my office." Victor hung up the phone and got up. By now, the office had emptied of most people. Carmine had even left at six. Walking into his boss's office he saw Meredith sitting back in her chair behind her desk. She brought her hands up and arched her fingers. Victor steeled himself for her end run on the marriage proposal. "What will our sche...