Sexy, 27, unattached seemed to be the perfect formula for a crisis for Celine. Today being the first day in her new job as a graphic artist in an advertisement firm, she was early at the new workplace and was waiting for someone to turn up. In the meanwhile, she thought how she naturally attracted all types of men; studs, lovers, wimps and pimps alike. The...
I have the flu; the man-flu. I've been sneezing and coughing for three days now. I've been hot and I've been cold; I have no energy and I'm clearly lying here dying. I've been awake since the early hours snuffling and wheezing; the arrival of morning is a welcome relief. The alarm beeps unnecessarily to inform me that its 6:00 a.m., clearly I won't be goin...
Still shaking, now, after, even though in a few days it'll be difficult to recall your voice or face, for now it's still vivid. But I'll find ways. Even if I never email you, or see your band again, this story remains in honor of what we did early in spring. It's been a long haul, the last months, the better part of a year, ending by half in a bleak winter...
"Yes, of course, I swallow. What he Hell else am I supposed to do with cum after I've sucked it out of someone's cock?" She stuck out her chest and beamed me a wide smile. "I'm not a spitter. I'm a proud swallower. It would be insulting and gross to spit out someone's love juice." Love juice. She calls cum love juice. If that's not so Kathy, then I don't kn...
It was starting to feel like one of those Agatha Christie stories. I had assembled everyone in the reception room, and I was addressing them. "I ask you all to help us. I know that you want to be away from here as soon as possible. We just need to take your details, quickly check your identities, and we will let you go." Some of those listening did not wel...
(The following contains scenes of non-consent. Chapter is shorter than normal.) Chapter 8 EARTHSIDE Mini stories of those on earth. Lyle Dane 35 Cum-cow The ships were nearly commonplace for almost a year. Some would be shot down by us, or other military. 90 percent were still escaping with young men from any place that offered little resistance. It t...
"I'm just wondering what your fantasies are sweetie, it's not a trick question or anything, I know you are very happy with our sex life, and so am I" reaching across the bed Cammie stroked the wonderfully muscled chest of her husband of 5 years this December 30th. "I didn't think it was dear, it's just a hard question to answer. Hmm let me think a moment."...
The phone rang. Walking to the bureau I picked it up finding a sweet friend in need of my help. It seemed that Her Grandmothers home was finally sold and She had only days to to clean out what was left in the attic and asked for me to meet Her there tonight at 6PM. Remembering Her Grandmothers foreboding words of caution about all the memories stored ther...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...
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...