Frustrating Moments and Dreams Margaret awoke with a hangover. After downing a pint of orange juice, and a couple of aspirin, she figured on a hot tea as the next best thing. She sat at the kitchen table, nursing a sore head, cursing the maniacal lawn mowers, that is, the men pushing or riding them. Wondering if last night was a success, she remembered so...
Natasha and I were walking down Moenckberg strasse window shopping. I kept one eye on Natasha as she walked. Well...more her legs; her short white skirt flounced and bounced, as she walked. The tops of her tanned thighs burst into view for a tantalizing few seconds before being covered up again by the fall of the soft material. The tan that she had been wor...
The old Hong Kong airport was its usual disaster—crowded, smelly and noisy. I was first to board the giant 747 when the announcement finally came. I turned left into the first class section and found my window seat on the right side of the cabin. The stewardess took my coat and offered me the choice of champagne, white wine or orange juice. I passed and quic...
This is the forty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alterna...
Hunter was an executive for a large manufacturer in California. He was an expert salesman, but he'd not limited himself exclusively to sales. If he found an opportunity to increase business for the firm through other means, he wouldn't hesitate to go for it. His aggressive nature caught the eye of the President of the company and he was caught by surprise w...
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling how heavy my eyelids were and how cloudy my vision seemed. I was drowsy, as if I was fighting a bad hangover and still a bit drunk from the night before. I didn't know where I was - it certainly wasn't the room I had fallen asleep in, my last memory being drinking some fluid that was supposed to offset the chemical imbalance...
“Fuck!” Ben said, as his iPod went dead. He was four hours into a six-hour flight to his aunt and uncle’s house. “What the hell am I going to do for two more hours?” he said, as he ran his hands through his buzzed brown hair. Ben was on a flight from his hometown in Virginia, to spend a month with his aunt an uncle over the summer. He was going away to coll...
****************** Written by a man, for a woman My second story. Written for someone who had given a prompt. The prompt: Basically, I'm stuck on a long ass flight. Fortunately, it's a private flight, with a private stewardess, you, who has a sexy Australian accent and a sexy stewardess outfit. She gave me the following description of herself, which I...
Author's note: I wanted to include an illustration of what the plane interior was like, but the site admin was apparently concerned there could be some copyright issues with it. Anyways, if you'd want to see what the setting actually looks like, just do Google image search for 'Embraer Legacy 500' ;) Chapter 3Inflight Entertainment Even without opening his...
Fred found both his fears and secret desires realized when he travels to a job interview. Little did he know he would encounter the "Queen of Panties" and begin to worship before her throne. The company Lear jet had begun circling the LA airport as Fred woke from his nap. His short sleep had been punctuated with dreams and fantasies of a very sexual nature....