Sand Man 'Make love to me', she whispered in his ear. Her eyes were closed as she felt his hand pull open the buttons on her cotton nightgown. His lips descended down her neck, they were soft and warm yet her nerves prickled as though ice was pumping through her veins. As his face moved over her bare shoulders; the fabric fell off of her. The cool crisp win...
Part of my job entails entertaining clients and potential new clients and sometimes their wives, husbands or girlfriends come along too. On such occasions Karen my wife of five years will often come with me. She is excellent company and very good with the clients and their partners and just happens to look great too. Karen loves socialising and thoroughly en...
Hitchhiking is not my preferred form of transport but my best friend Becca says we can save money on train fare and have even more money to have fun at the festival. We have both got dressed in hippie chic clothing for fun which is definitely a mistake for hitching a lift. My long Gypsy skirt is flowing in the wind and I'm trying to hold onto my floppy hat a...
"Listen...listen." "Hmmmm?" I opened my heavy eyes to the darkness. The bus was hurtling along the bumpy country highway. "I am feeling really cold. Can you get a blanket from the blue handbag?" my wife Niyati whispered, shivering in the ramshackle bus with no heater and poor insulation. "Hmmmm." Groggily, I got up and went to the front of the bus where...
Ben had the strangest sensation, like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream—but he had woke up ten minutes ago. He felt a strange tingling pain at the back of his skull, but after a few moments it subsided. "Are you sure you packed everything?" Vic asked before yawning mightily, closing the driver's side door with a heavy enough slam to shake...
It was one of those days. Cold and dull. Sarah wished for the day to be done already. It was a Saturday and the roads were quiet. Everyone probably took extra advantage of this kind of weather, snuggled beneath a blanket with a mug of streaming coffee and no cares in the world...And maybe a warm body beside them...and warm arms around them... Sarah's mind be...
A/N: This is part 6 of a 6-part series. It helps to have read parts 1 to 5 first. One of the fantasies that a few men wanted to see on film and, more importantly, wanted to participate in was a group groping and fucking on a bus or tram or subway. They paid huge for that. We rented a city bus and got me into one of my school uniforms. The three men who...
She stepped onto the bus. The smell of gasoline, exhaust and partially cleaned bodies, roasted by the July sun, filled her nose. The odor was thick and foul in the air, heavy enough to have a discernable weight upon her bare, sweat glistened arms. She managed to push past the offensive aroma and set her eyes to the task of finding her seat. They swept quic...
She had got to do it, she knew she had. Sal had a real wish to go beyond the end of the garden, not just creep into her neighbour's garden but go further afield. Indeed, into the fields and woods. It had just so not been her plan to meet a group of ramblers. She had scouted her route out whilst clothed one morning: well clothed in a light cotton dress, tho...
"Not interested, sorry," Yuki Takamori said haughtily to the short, stocky and balding, thirty-something white guy who sat next to her on the bus. For the past half hour, since she boarded the 95 bus heading to Barrhaven Center, he'd been trying to get her attention. Once Yuki made the mistake of actually responding to him, the guy engaged her in increasingl...