I take my seat at the table and dig into my food, acknowledging the twins, Vivian and Zach, with a soft smile. "Is it okay if Ryan stays for dinner?" I ask. "You mean your boyfriend?" Zach teases. "He's not my boyfriend. He's just a... friend." I blush a little. Over the past couple of weeks, Ryan and I have been doing things that maybe are a little mo...
I'd like to extend my thanks to Jezzaz for coming up with the concept for this effort and for his gracious invitation to participate. He's an excellent writer and if you're not familiar with his work, I'd consider taking a look at his oeuvre. For someone who considers himself loquacious while others consider me long-winded and without the ability to shut...
"Slut." You look me over, appraising my immodest outfit from the floor on up—Mary Jane pumps, bare legs, plaid skirt that barely covers my ass, blood red top with a plunging neckline, a silver cross nestled between my breasts—and say it again, a quiet edge in your voice: "Slut." You tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my fragile neck where yo...
This is the first in a series of true stories of sexual adventures I've had over the last sixteen years travelling to the real Cuba, not the all-inclusive, tourist Cuba. Each episode will have first some information about the hookup culture which is so unique in Cuba followed by a hot session with a sexy Cuban girl or woman. If you want to jump to the sex, g...
(Note: The following is dream based, and might contain certain scenarios and/or observations that may be confusing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.) I can distinctly feel the winter chill penetrate my thin woolen gloves, which cling pleadingly to the near empty coffee tin. I am hunched over in a fetal position hugging my knees close to my ches...
I've invited you over for dinner. A romantic evening awaits. There's a three-course meal waiting for you with plenty of wine to go with it. You've been ordered to wear exactly this: a dress that ends no more than three inches above your knee, ties behind your neck and is backless. You're to wear no bra. You're to wear a red and black suspender belt, crotchle...
**** This is Chapter Three of the ongoing story of John a Lawyer and Candy a Cop. I have broken these up by Chapters as they are getting long. Thank you goes out to a good friend for editing. Chapter 3 Strong smell of fresh brewed coffee, awoke John from his peaceful slumber. Stirring he opened his eyes to see hear a soft humming coming from the kitchen ar...
I can't take it anymore. I have to see you. I have to take the risk. The sun has just gone down. I grab my keys and jump in my car. I drive down those familiar streets that I have driven on so many times in the past. Except this time it is different. This time I am heading to see my dirty little secret. My friend with benefits.....many benefits. I turn down...
It was late in the afternoon when Tessa left the colony. Too late, in fact, and luckily the others didn't know how far she would be going, or they would surely protest and keep her inside. So she said nothing, just left, with her daypack slung over her shoulder. The desert sands scratched her face, and created dust devils that crossed her path, not far ahe...
Lacey ran across the lawn in a panic, she could see the car approaching and couldn't let a second slip by for fear of getting caught. She reached the car door and swung it open quickly, hopped in and shut it quietly behind her. 'Go, go, go!' She whispered to the driver without looking at him. Her heart was racing with fear and excitement, she could feel her...