She should have been mad. She should have thrown me out there and then. Instead my wife was disturbingly calm and reasoned. She was going to be worse than angry, she was going to get even. She was going to make sure I got what was coming to me for sleeping with that cute piece of ebony ass and that I would truly regret it. Although we were white, we lived r...
The doorbell rang, Michael quickly applied the finishing touches to his new foaming machine before running to answer the door. He opened the door to see Lydia waiting patiently, Lydia turned and smiled at him warmly. "Hey, you alright?" said Lydia happily, she hugged Michael and went inside, Michael closed the door behind her. "Yeah, I'm brilliant thanks,...
They could hear the rush-hour traffic noises outside the hotel room window as the five o’clock sun streamed in the window. The heat in the room was stifling and she threw open a window; not caring who looked up and saw her in her black-lace bra, black fishnets and spike heel pumps, running her manicured hands through her dark hair, which made her look more s...
The following Friday morning Jason awoke early, for a whole week he had been thinking about and anticipating this day. His seduction by, and the sexual bouts with, Ann Meecham had given him a hard on, a boner, a woody every morning and that Friday was no exception. Jason was reliving the sucking and the fucking as he stroked his 9" tool into full erection. H...
Looking out of the window, he searched the distant stars. Night had been coming earlier as of late, or was it his anxiety that shortened the life of the sun. Two weeks? Three? How long had it been since it all had began? He shook his head, trying to quell the fear that was creeping through his body like a poison. But what was he afraid of? Was it shame? Was...
The penultimate fling As luck would have it, I managed to wangle a half day to myself before Marilyn was due to set off on her mission to trace her ancestors in Brighton. She was happy enough to spend time with us at home in the evening, sharing meals and watching television, bucolic walks along the riverbank and mini trips to the local villages. But furthe...
It was a lazy Sunday morning, and we had just finished off a huge stack of flapjacks, slathered in butter and maple syrup, for breakfast. My roommate, Rick, was out of town for the weekend, with his band, "Barefoot and Pregnant", and Pamela and I had the place to ourselves. Pushing aside our dishes for the moment, we sat in front of the TV, looking for somet...
If you haven't already, it might be worth reading Part One before you read this. It picks up directly where that one leaves off... * A mist descended, and when it cleared Lily found herself transported into a much smaller room. The walls pushed in around her, sticky and dripping, and the smell of sweat and piss was so overwhelming it made her gag. She with...
"So go on Andy, what's your type?" I wasn't sure why Mike, my boss at the company I'd been working at for a year or so, was quizzing me on my love life. I assumed it was just workplace banter, but he was becoming quite insistent. I blushed brightly, always having been the shy boy, never the type to have much in the way of success with girls apart from a cou...
Last week I was sitting at my desk at work when my secretary buzzed through to tell me that there was a telephone call from my girlfriend, and did I want to take it? I told her to put it through straight away. As I picked up the phone I heard my girlfriend Sue say in a rather husky breathless voice "Jason's just leaving now, you'd better come home quickly."...