You might want to read the chapters in order. Just sayin'. Brent and I slept through the night. We had fucked ourselves to exhaustion and I had lost track of how many times he had made me cum. I had never slept in the same bed as a man, and after Brent and I shared my first fuck we fell asleep in our juices, my head resting on his shoulder. I was in love...
CHAPTER 20: SORREL AND EVE'S LITTLE CHAT The following Saturday - 2005. Sorrel perched uncomfortably on the edge of Eve's sofa, clutching her glass of red wine with both hands, terrified that she would spill even a single drop on Eve's expensive looking pale furniture. The invitation to come over for a drink and a chat had come completely out of the blue t...
Its been a while but to the readers who recently read Sight and Sound and PM'd me, thank you for the inspiration to pick up story again. To any new readers, I selfishly recommend that you start at the beginning of Sight and Sound. Really. Don't read a single word of Chapter 4 – Go Directly to Chapter 1. Right now. Please. Now that you're caught up, Dan is c...
Marie and Nancy looked like any two young women as they had lunch at a local bistro. They were both attractive in their short skirts, heavy sweaters and high heels. Each was well aware of the lustful looks she was receiving from the men nearby. As busty women each of them had learned to love the attention their DD breasts generated- though in their bulky swe...
THE NEXT DAY Dr. Jenny Friedman awakens to the single note that sounds from her smartphone signalling the arrival of a text message. She is startled to find herself atop the body of a man before remembering what had happened in the wee hours of the morning. A smile lights up her face as the memory of making love with Rick surfaces. As she struggles to aw...
This is the City. All The stories are true. All the participants are real. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. ***** We had slept all through the night. For some strange reason, we were both exhausted last night. We got out of bed, both of us walking like newborn calves. We went into the kitchen and I made us a couple of coffees. Ellen sat dow...
These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anythi...
This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it. If these things do tickle your fancy (or something else) please feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. 9. Debbie and Cindy had brought rotisserie chicken, kale salad, and roasted potatoes as the evening's f...
The bright morning sun light up the room through the open curtains of the large picture window. Its warming rays felt so nice on my body as I stretched on the king size bed. The slippery satin sheets my girlfriend Laura made me put on felt like a cool pool of liquid. My morning wood pointed straight out through the hole of the crotchless panties I wore. My p...
I love that feeling of putting on fresh, crisp, lacy panties. They hug my bum so nicely giving me a beautiful curvaceous rear. Well as beautiful and curvaceous as a guy's bum could be. No matter how much I tried, I could not get that firm, round butt like Laura has. Anyway, I had just finished cleaning the house for Laura. I took a long shower and carefull...