Sarah now headed upstairs for a shower and to get changed. She hoped that Mrs Smith from across the street hadn't noticed the state of her tights. When David had torn the hole in them, they had laddered down both legs. She needed fresh panties as well, because hers had got soaked with her juices when he had finger-fucked her to a climax. She thought back to...
It's been awhile since I sent you anything concerning my thoughts, scattered though they may be. I hope you enjoy these. It all starts on rainy weekend morning. I've been up now for some time, had a cup of coffee or two and my stirring in the bathroom wakes you from your slumber. You don't wake right up but rather from a dream or emerging from a heavy fog....
Well, to start with a cliché: It had been one of those days ... First client didn't show. Second client showed before the art department finished the storyboards ... all wrong, by the way. And the VP lost my third client because she wouldn't shut the hell up about going to high school with the client's CEO ... who wasn't even in the meeting. I barricaded...
Jeff awoke to a pleasurable tingling between his legs. April's strawberry blonde hair obscured his view, but the feeling was heavenly, her lips sliding along his shaft then taking his sensitive head between them. With excruciating slowness she pressed them down his shaft, her saliva coating his thick rod. More spit leaked from her mouth as she pulled back to...
His Aunt Kim was present at his eighteenth birthday party. Sid was not the least bit embarrassed when she found a private moment in the hallway between the kitchen and the bathroom to pat him on the ass and make the remark that convinced him that this woman whom he had fantasized about since he was 15 really thought he was sexually attractive. "You're a cut...
Octoposse I liked Mohammed. Unlike many of the locals here in Dubai -- and, to be fair, virtually all my fellow expats -- he set out to do a good job rather than to 'get rich quick'. Not that he, or rather his family, weren't rich to start with. Very, very rich. So, here he was, fresh faced holder of a first class degree in Electronic Engineering from an e...
I am. Powerful words, those, and not many people aware that when they speak them they claim to the world -- "I am!" and pronounce vow to whatever follows. I comprehend them with intimate detail. And I am here to tell you that I am beautiful. I am witty. I am average. I am crazy. I am neurotic, and some-what young having recently entered my third decade of...
Zubway Zip Up © Literocat 2012 L'etrangier: You'd think the trains would be empty at 2:00 a.m., yet there were at least thirty commuters with me. Where were they all coming from? Much too late to be desk jockies. I don't remember ANY of them being in the sleazy strip club I just left. Damn, those women know how to tease! Mostly young and average looking la...
I never called the guy from the bookstore and never went back to that particular store again. I was really conflicted as to my sexuality at the time and what I'd done and how much it thrilled me messed with me a lot! I was dating and fucking girls and after the bookstore episode I was fucking more of them in some need to prove that I wasn't a fag (I've reall...
I loved the early morning. I took my seat in the first class section of the 6am Northwest flight from JFK to Indy. Although the jet was full, I hoped that the window seat on my right would remain empty for the flight. However, that was not to be. Shortly before the doors closed, an older, attractive professional couple stepped into the plane. They greeted th...