'Good morning, my love,' On wrote in the simplified Chinese hanzi that would make his feelings a mystery to the prying eyes of his Jamaican supervisors. He was miserable, and it was only the weekly letters to his beloved fiancée, still awaiting his return in China, that kept him going through the separations that his job as a construction worker forced on th...
I called Catherine a few days later. I was a little apprehensive about the reception I would get from her. I was a little worried that although she had seen me as her rescuer, she might have had a change of heart in the meantime. Her phone rang twice. “Hello, Catherine speaking” she answered. “Hi Catherine, its Buddy here. You remember from the woods?” “H...
The mere sound of the door to the flat being closed behind her was sufficient stimulus to cause my cock to start to swell. The explanation was simple, I had learnt to associate this sound as a starter for fun, it indicated my roomie Catherine had left the flat to go to her work. It meant that I could sneak into her room and have a good rummage through her la...
I slept in the next morning, probably due to the demands of the previous day. If it hadn't been for a knock on my door I'm not sure when I would have stirred. "Tom...Tom you OK?" called one of the twins from outside the closed door. "Err, yeah," I said not quite awake. The door opened and she stepped in. "It's nearly eleven, we were starting to wonder,"...
It had been three weeks since our last camping trip. My fiancé was surprisingly extra horny. The first day back we couldn't even get the camping gear put away, whatever got into her, we had sex five times that day. We have made love almost every night since then but each time we did I could not feel much of my dick inside her. Her vagina seemed stretched out...
Last week, in the cold February of 2004, my wife and co-worker Laura announced that she was leaving for England -- the other side of the globe -- for a month of collaborative research. I gasped. My heart sank. "But honey, you know my career in research is important to me," she had said. "I know, I know. It's just that it's a whole month. And over Valentine...
"And that's when I told him to fuck off," Aralynn laughs, her black iPhone up to her pointed ear. The Elf was among a relatively small crowd of other city-dwellers, interesting in descending the stone stairs to the city's rather advanced subway system. "Has he texted you back yet?" Her friend asks, excited to be filled in on the details of Aralynn's love-li...
Jack loves to see his landlady Stacey wearing short sleeveless blouse and skirt. She is in her mid-forties, a little fatty, wears blouse much above navel, and the blouse is of dark colour, and ultra low-cut tight design. The low-cut back of the blouse on her smooth coffee colored skin is a treat to watch. Her plump shoulders are exposed, Jack longed to kiss...
[This story will benefit from your reading the previous chapters but it also can be read separately. It contains spanking and also a good deal about bodily functions of all kinds, so if any of these subjects offends you, do not read further. All characters are 18 or over.] Susan kept in close touch with her two colleagues who had formed Not Your Usual Nanni...
"Shhhh," I whispered. "Every deer in this patch of woods will hear us if you keep tripping over branches like that." "I can't help it, I can hardly see anything out here." It wasn't exactly the perfect start to a bowhunting trip, but there we were, my wife and I, in Alberta's Rocky Mountain foothills, searching for whitetails. I'd been a bowhunter for quit...