I was having a good night at the bar. Working the lounge area was getting me good tips. The tips got better when I decided to serve topless. With my 30C tits bouncing around, I continued to serve the "guests." My tips really took off about 11 pm, when two odd fellows entered the bar. Both were wearing long heavy jackets and had baseball hats pulled down to b...
She wanted him badly. The way he walked, the smell of his perfume, the way his body would stretch under those white clean shirts. And those hands, those sexy hands she pictured holding her body, grabbing her ass and raising her up, lifting her skirt and entering her in one swift motion. Her boss was the epitome of sex. And he was all she desired. For a lon...
He was going insane and it wasn't even the new year yet. She had since Christmas day teased and toyed with him. Every second or third day she use him to bring herself to a massive orgasm. She was not having sex with him. No, nothing he was used to. She was fucking him, riding him; hard, passionate and unbridled. And to his surprise; very vocal. On the days...
It was her daughter's fault of course. Of that Natalie had absolutely no doubt. It was silly Melissa who posed topless in that horrible magazine and when Natalie had challenged her sanity, it was Melissa who had accused her mother of being a prude. Natalie never let anyone call her that – especially her nineteen year-old daughter – even if she had been some...
You come back to the hotel suite after a long day sitting through seminars. You open the door and see that I have been busy. The lights are dimmed. There is soft music playing. There is a fire in the fireplace. Candles surround the hot tub and give the room a faint vanilla aroma. There is an array of various fruits on the table along side a bowl of chocolate...
Michael and I had been having sex since the night of my 18th birthday that night when he unleashed a new passion in my life we met in the Americas bar on the high street, at first he ignored me and I new better that to say anything unless he spoke to me first. He was sat with another woman, at that time I didn't know who she was but eventually Michael turne...
I love Tuesday mornings because I am so in lust with you. My desire gets stronger every time I see you. I love to watch the way you move and to hear the sound of your voice as it rises and falls in your intense yet mellow manner. I love being close to you, to smell your clean scent. I love your beautiful shoulders and the grace and strength of your hands. My...
Its 2 AM, and I know you’re alone. The whether here has been just ghastly, I have my laptop on my lap and I am busy at work, trying to write the great American novel from the confines of a greyhound bus. At least it leaves me some play space to try and think of something. My mind is a blank, and it keeps returning to what an abysmal time the business meet...
A few hours later you wake up, and it is dark in the room. The only light is red cast across our bodies from my alarm clock. Why is it that red seems like such a comforting color at night, while clocks with those glaring blue-white digits seem to burn through your eyelids? While you slept, you've rolled down onto your back against the bed. It takes a moment...
The wind whistled through the windows as Trevor got ready for bed. To ward off the cold he made himself a cup of tea as he dug through his drawers for his warmest pajamas. Eventually he found what he was looking for, his plaid flannel pajamas. They were a little snug but they would keep him cozy, plus he liked the bulge these bottoms made. The storm kept rag...