At Orly I tried for the third time to reach the doctor whose name I had been give, but to no avail. He was either not able to come to the phone or not in every time I called so in frustration I dialed the number of Gisela Hojer to see if she knew anything about Martin's condition. A woman answered the phone and when I asked to speak to Gisela Hojer she answ...
I agreed to meet Martin for lunch the next afternoon because I was still angry and hurt and I wanted to see just how far my husband was willing to take the whole thing when he knew that it was against my wishes. When we walked into the restaurant Martin was pretty much as Lucinda had described and he was clever and charming and immediately put Jeremy and I...
St. Raphael, Avril 2006 Reply to Letterotica 03 by Coolville Cheri, So many conjured images in your last letter: "Hungry desires" "Eager bodies and souls" "Sexual awakening" "Going mad..." "Slowly and teasingly fucking" "Lips sucking hungrily" "Whispered mumbles" Words that tickle, tremble, tease. It is though this phrase that sums it all up for me: "ex...
Late that evening Andrew was relaxing with a glass of Bushmills when his phone pinged. It was a text from Anita. He opened the text, and attached was a photo, with the message 'How Steve would love to see this!' Andrew's heart sank and he muttered out loud, "Oh you bitch." The photo, obviously taken on a CCTV camera, and enlarged, was of Louise standing at...
The mist was still lapping up against the bows of The Wizard's Despair bringing an evil chill with it. Inside the Captain's cabin Wanda surveyed the carnage. The cross to which she had been strapped had numerous sweat marks from where her back had rested against it. The wall above the hearth was still stained with the mackerel rich semen that had sprayed fro...
My name is Corie, and I attend an all-girls' school. My parents are wealthy. Not just wealthy, but the stupid rich kind of wealthy. I remember them but only vaguely. In truth thinking back, I recall seeing a glimpse of my father walking into his office when I was ten, and that was the last time I actually seen him. I remember my mother slapping me hard on he...
January 23rd The drive that late afternoon seemed without end, almost to the point of boredom, severing the city’s center in heavy, plodding, end-of-workweek traffic, following trolley tracks, and sliding over ancient cobblestoned corners. We managed eventually to break out of the relentless snarl of trucks and taxis and spotted the blue signs to the super...
She was lying back, relaxed, but still breathing through her mouth. "Why did we do that?" I let the silence last, then said, "Are you overthinking us again?" More silence. "I was hard, you were wet. There was suspension of inhibition, and our bodies did the rest." Another pause as we let the glow dissipate in the late afternoon sun. "There's more to it t...
Michael sat at his desk in dreamland. Shelby had rocked more than his world with the way she sucked his cock. It was as if she loved doing it. Gripping it at just the right angle, sliding it after she brought it out of her mouth. She was making love to his cock, but something carnal came over her and she spit on his dick. Smiled as she watched the saliva sli...
Michael took Shelby's hand and led her down the staircase. It was the first time he had ever hosted a woman in his apartment. He had had his share of female in his retro bachelor's pad, but only in the company of other people. He was nervous. But anxious. It had been about two months since he's held the scent of a woman in the palm of his hand. Shelby smel...