Chapter 01 - Stopping by the side of the road... The sky was one of those high, impossibly blue cloudless skies so often found in Eastern Washington in May. Heading west, I was driving out of Spokane in my 21-foot Class C motorhome. I'd been visiting my son, his wife, and most importantly my three granddaughters in Spokane. The idea was to have a visit jus...
Chapter 1 They like to call it "Chauffeur Night". Thursday is their favorite day for playing out this fantasy, and it usually means they both have taken Friday off, so needless to say, they are already in a pretty good mood when they start to prepare. Nikki likes what she sees in the mirror as she applies her lipstick. Her black leather skirt isn't soo sho...
Dahlia, or Lia as her co-workers at the office knew her as hated the rush to Christmas. She worked in a high rise building as a secretary to one of the managing directors of an advertising company. Advertising plus Christmas was a match made in Hell in her opinion. Every man and his dog wanted advertising it seemed. They wanted the biggest and best, the want...
Keith steered his car into the parking lot of Northmark Mall and into a parking spot. Then, his hands returned, zombie-like, to the steering wheel, and he stared off into the distance. He couldn't believe what had happened. He'd got caught, rubbing his dick, dressed in a cheer-squad uniform, by the hottest teacher at his school. She'd humiliated him, made hi...
I awoke the next morning, rested and horny, wanting to orgasm. I guess the discussion from the previous night had caught up with me. I considered masturbating quietly while my husband slept, but that didn't feel right. What I wanted was for my husband to fuck me. I rolled over and slid my hand down Kurt's belly. I was pleased to find that he had an excelle...
This is a super-nasty fetish fic. Warning for all sorts of nasty shit ahead. Mud, food play, watersports, garbage play, all that good stuff. Don't keep reading if any of those things don't interest you. Its gonna happen regardless. * It had been luck that Elana got this posting. A friend from high school had mentioned that one of her friends saw the postin...
I'm Sorry. This was supposed to be part of Part 1. We had a glitch and this was left off. This is part 1A if you missed that in the title. It won't make much sense without reading Part 1 first. As always, constructive comments are graciously welcome. Heather pushed me away and saw me smiling. "What did you say?" "I said I would be there Saturday morning...
This is part of the 'Paul Simon: 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover' event. It's a small offering, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. * "Will you please hurry up? Stop dawdling like a child on his way to school! At this rate, we're going to be late, and believe me - you do not want to make me miss this trip! You would not like me when I'm furious." This was news? I...
The idea that I might have an easier schedule with the Morrison group than with Artists Unlimited was anything but. To be fair, I was working a lot of assignments but I began to think that Jackie Morrison's idea of me being a producer might not be so bad after all. For now though, I thought it was best to do the job I was hired for and keep my ambitions in c...
A note from this author. It would help you with this story, if you read part 1, first. As with part one, all sexually active people depicted in this story are over 18. Some quite a bit older. As Barb and I continued seeing each other, both working out and socially, we got to be a bit more comfortable with the looks we got from the nosy Nancy's who were prob...