The kids were at my parents for the weekend and my wax appointment was running late, as usual. I sat on the lounge and was flicking through one of the magazines on the coffee table. A couple of younger women, probably early thirties, I'd say, some ten years younger than myself, walked into the reception area and were advised that they'd have to wait as all o...
A Kinky Catriona story Some years ago, I met an Oxford University student who was about to complete a ritual called "Seven Drunken Nights". The ritual demanded that he drink himself into oblivion, in seven consecutive sessions, without a break. He didn't look at all well. Much as I always enjoy a glass of Ultra Brut champagne with my breakfast-in-bed, I did...
A few weeks after Stella had invited Sean for a meal and had introduced me finally as her husband, Sean approached Stella once again to ask a favour. His boss had invited him and Kerry to dine with him and his wife on the following Saturday evening, but Kerry had previously booked tickets for a concert with Bruce, her lover, and as tickets were like gold sh...
Chapter 3 Time dragged on for the next few days. I went to work at the restaurant (I still had bills to pay), though my mind was still on the shoot and what happened afterwards (how could it not be, for the next two days I had a good kind of soreness to constantly remind me). I was a bit disappointed not to hear from Jimmy. I thought I had made it pretty cl...
She heard a car roar past outside, was it him? As she stepped up and headed towards the bay window it appeared not, the noise just whispered away. She was waiting, still. As she turned back around she glanced at the clock on the wall before making her way back to the long leather settee which she had perched herself upon earlier, anticipating his return. It...
"How many black cocks have you sucked Ashlynn?" This had been the question put to her by Kelly Quinn two weeks ago when they and her husband Archibald had just had a hot threesome in Oklahoma City. Now they were aboard a flight from Atlanta to Miami to meet up with a friend and fellow real estate agent Michael. He was a very successful agent in South Flo...
It had been two weeks since the massage appointment and Sadie had not heard from or seen Robert. She tried so hard to get him out of her mind, thinking that their fling was a one time event, but whenever her mind was idle, Sadie would start to daydream about that appointment. Not wanting to appear desperate, or scare him away, she avoided calling the number...
This story was written for T. that sexy, luscious dulce de leche treat…. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The traffic in Miami is impossible. There is no other word for it. It doesn’t matter whether it’s 7:00 am on a Monday or 3:00 pm on Sunday; the streets are always crowded. It wasn’t a Sunday, it was a Tuesday and it was 5:30 pm and she was late. She hated being late. And s...
I stepped off the train at Union Train Station in Los Angeles wondering if I should feel guilty, or proud, or if I should tell her at all. After all, Naomi has always told me she wanted to watch me get fucked by a complete stranger. But...would it make her jealous that I fucked a cute girl about the same age as me in the bathroom of the train to Los Angeles?...
Misty stumbled into the kitchen, greeted by Sandy making some eggs. Both women were quite hungover from the previous nights activities. "Morning babe," Sandy called out. "Hey hey," Misty sluggishly replied. "Are you as toasted as I am?" "More so," Sandy grunted, "want some eggs?" "Sure. I'll pour us some orange juice." Misty said as she opened the cabine...