Nikki watched Elena up ahead, her rainbow hair bouncing like waves as she ran, Ahri close behind. Elena always seemed to have tons of energy to spare, she would fidget incessantly when she was forced to sit down for long periods of time. She and Amarisa walked leisurely, mimicked all around them by the mermaids enjoying the gorgeous afternoon. Although alm...
Author's Note - Jeff and I are still together, so I let him read this and add a few notes of his own. His notes are in italics. I think his perspective adds to the story. * My first lover, Mark, loved to lick my pussy after he fucked me so that he could lick his cum as it dripped from my vagina. I was a very naïve eighteen year old at the time I gave my vi...
By Likegoodwine copyright July 2013 Here are three very short stories for you. If you think that the theme of cheating wives is too touchy to be treated with some humor, don't read. Personally I believe that love and humor heals everything. This story was ready way before the last one (Nothing to talk about) but as I had two stories a bit harsh and serious...
In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. At work...
The Archeologist: The Angel from the Street My name is Dr. James Carson. I am a 27 year old archeologist worth over a little more than 5 billion dollars. I have been called a genius by some, partly because I graduated high school at ten and by the age of seventeen held a doctorate in anthropology/ archeology from UCLA. But mainly because of my prowess with...
Frank is my little 80-year-old neighbor at the cottage. His wife passed away a long time ago and he spends most of his days alone. A month or so ago Frank watch as I had sex with several men, including the neighbor's son that lives on the other side of my cottage. When he approached me about it, I ended up letting him eat me out and fuck me. I also gave him...
Damn him! It had been seven months of torture. Of willing myself to let him go. To not want him. Seven months of fantasizing and masturbating to images of his body, memories of how good he felt, how good he smelled and tasted. Seven months of seeing him everyday and forcing myself to sit behind my desk and not throw myself at him. Seven months- and I rememb...
John looked at her and wondered how she could look so heavenly first thing in the morning. It was especially amazing considering what they'd done the night before. Despite their evening of torrid sex, she stood in front of him wearing his black oxford shirt, her hair perfect. The shirt was unbuttoned revealing the swell of her ample chest, and the leopard pr...
When I was younger I lived with my widowed mother in a small terraced house in one of those grim, northern English towns. To get away from it all I used to borrow her wreck of a car some evenings and drive my girlfriend to an old village pub in the middle of nowhere – The Nag's Head. We'd have a couple of drinks and Meg would always show her gratitude by gi...
I was very nervous because I hadn't had a date since I'd returned from a very long deployment overseas. When the only people you see other than your buddies look at you suspiciously, your interpersonal skills seem to drift away. So, I was more nervous than I'd been since I was a teenager. I'd met a stewardess through a mutual friend and she was drop-dead go...