I was badly in need of a good swim to clear my head, having driven since dawn to get to this neck of the woods on my camping trip with Stephanie, my wife of six years. The summer retreat was as much her idea as mine, both of us agreed that we needed to escape the stress and hectic pace and maybe just enjoy each other's company. We'd been fighting a lot more...
Elaine reached over her desk and took Roger's hand. "Oh Roger," she said, "a transfer? Why just last week at Orientation we were all in such a good mood." Roger was on the verge of tears. "Oh, Elaine, I don't want to go. I so don't want to go. I'm looking for another job, but nothing yet." "Let me make a few phone calls, dear. I know people here and there....
This is a stand alone story, but reading "The Failing of Words" can give a bit better context to some parts. Contains: Boobs of inordinate size and the aftereffects of a good party (All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities) ------- Craig's head pounded like a dozen frenzied sledgehammers. All he wanted to do was curl up...
Man, I'm not sure where these haters come from. I'm always getting some hate from them. You may be asking yourself why so many people would waste their time hating a tall, good-looking black college man. It's because of who I am and how I live. The name is Dwight Brown III and in all likelihood, I'm better than you. Face the fact. How else would you explain...
"Your total is eleven thirty-thr...," the indifferent feminine voice halted for a moment while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, "never mind." The momentary surprise on her ugly face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Working the late night had turned into one this drive through attendant would never forget. Gu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So all right. A stupid title: I'm not a working girl. "Confessions of A Swinger" would've been catchier. But though what follows is lightly fictionalised fact, it really isn't a confession at all. That's because, generally speaking, you only "confess" guilt. And I'm not guilty of anything. None of the true-life counterparts of the people...
A crystal tumbler and a champagne flute; broken glass, left sparkling among the grotto rocks. Presumably dropped by her cousin and her non-English-speaking bit-on-the-side last night when the patrol soldiers arrived. The hotel staff clearly hadn't checked the area, not expecting anyone to have disobeyed the curfew. Alexa nudged a crystal shard with her toe,...
A single shaft of waning moonlight picked out the tangle of sweaty limbs. A warm, masculine hand cupped the sweet curve of feminine breast, and slick thighs pressed to equally slick groins. Their sated breaths mingled and filled the air with a slow and sultry rhythm. They were simply beautiful in their expression of love and… lust. Low, murmuring voices spo...
I still can't believe this happened. If ever something like this was going to happen, I'd always imagined myself in the role of the voyeur or cuckhold if you will. Certainly not the bull! It was never supposed to be this way. I always wanted to watch her fuck or get fucked is probably a better way to put it. It is just so strange that this happened. I shou...
After the events at my PS4 night I hoped Chris won't push his luck with Zoe from now on. They haven't seen each other since, but we are seeing him among other friends at the weekend. Me and Zoe planned to go to her parents beach house for the weekend, but our friends kind of invited themselves along too for a big drinking and sunbathing session. Zoe couldn...