The euphoria of the win was still hovering over Anna Kournikova as she had advanced to a pro tennis tournmant final, her opponent would be tough Lindsay Davenport, but with this feeling of victory, Anna thought she could win the match easily. "Good job," came a voice from inside the private tennis player's cove/locker room. Bridgette Wilson-Sampras had joi...
Lately I'd been seeing this guy, Tim, who made a big point of telling me that he had always been straight, and never even had a single thought or fantasy about men. He'd squirm every time I'd even mention anything about men getting sexy with each other, or when there'd be a gay scene in a movie or on a TV show. I once wanted to rent a bisexual adult video wh...
The entire throne room is filled with smoke from Jabba's hooka, but I continue dancing and try to ignore the smell. Oola dances next to me, grabbing her leash and yanking it like a whip. Our Hutt master smirks. He likes that. I love Oola to death, but I can't have her stealing my spotlight. Music continues to pound loudly as I crush my own chain-leash betwe...
I'm a housepainter, and a married mother of two. While it's not a typical career choice, I love my job. I can get my husband off to his office, the kids off to school, head off to my current project for six full hours, and get home in time to get my kids off the bus. I was on day two of a smallish job repainting three rooms in a decent-sized home. The clie...
BabyGirl, I want to dance with you... in Rio de Janeiro during Carnival. I think I want you on a float in the middle of the parade with me. We can dance with the other 15 or 18 de Jenerians on the float. Huge, loud, sweaty, hot crowds around us. Lots of music. Loud and fast beats. You can dance in my arms; swing your head back and forth looking up. Hips mo...
It was a summer BBQ, complete with a keg of beer from the nearest brewpub. It was the same pub that he had gotten the stout from that he'd brought to their first dinner together. Strange, he thought, as he pulled out the full rack of ribs ("an autopsy", as they'd been calling them for years) that he'd had soaking in beer and sauce overnight, how cooking foo...
Rachel Meadows looked out from her office, it was a Friday night, and most people had already left. Rachel sighed, still sat behind her desk, she knew there was no prospect of her going home anytime soon. The end of Month report was due on Monday, and she still needed to send a few emails to clients. As Operations Manager for an insurance company Rachel's wo...
(Ongoing series of stories about sexy older women who love using young studs as their cum-fed sex slaves!) * It was a beautiful day for a walk. Annabelle Shaw, 62, was a gorgeous, well kept and very powerful CEO of a Fortune 500 company, working hard and playing harder -- usually with one of a cadre of well-hung, cum-filled studs she had at her disposal,...
This story is a work of fiction, a fragment of my imagination. It's © Copyright January 2007, by publication under the word processor pseudonym of Hiker, and is protected by my right to rattle on freely. You, as a sovereign citizen, in the privacy of your own home, please, may use it for any disgusting purpose you want; however, you may not publish it anywhe...
Erotic Fencing Lesson #4: The Challenge The sun was setting upon the salle. Ed, the fencing coach, was ready to call another night of practice when one more student was still left to teach. Trish stood before him in her white breeches showing the athletic calves off then looking up seeing her 36C breasts push through the smooth fabric to her dark complexion...