They lay like that for a few minutes, while Sam and Melissa waited patiently for their turns with Busty Jessica again. Frank was the first to move, sliding over to the edge of the heart-shaped bed and sitting there. George backed away a few seconds later, gently pulling his softening cock from Busty Jessica's ass, but continuing to kneel between Steve's legs...
Caitlin's log: Sunday, 10 a.m. I'm lying in bed with a terrible, nagging ache. You'd be forgiven for thinking I'd gone ten rounds with a Cabernet Sauvignon, but you'd be wrong. The ache was spiritual rather than physical, the apocalyptic realisation that for the third night running I'd lain awake for hour before falling asleep, contemplating all manner of th...
So to the Marilyn saga ends. This is the last Marilyn story for a very long time, possibly ever if interest in her wanes over time. However, this won't be my last story. I have more stuff developing in the lab, so to speak. I reserve all commercial and all other non-electronic rights to this work. If it's against the law to read this work in your jurisdictio...
(This story goes out dedicated to my friend Tx Tall Tales. Happy birthday, Triple T. And many more to come.) * "Well my name's John Lee Pettimore." With my head nodding to the music as I sang along with it, I hit the blinker and checked my right-side mirror for any fools too asleep to see my flashing signal. Given the speed I was going, when this big Fo...
It has been an exceptionally long time since I submitted anything here and I do apologize. My life has been rather sexless lately as I have been caught up in the life of being a grandmother. That word, grandmother, still makes me uneasy. Surely I am not that old. I must take a deep breath and sigh my disgust. Anywho, not a lot has gone on that has been exci...
We were driving home from our mountain vacation spot after celebrating our tenth anniversary. As usual, boredom was quickly overcoming us. So, to pass time, we took out the pocket tape recorder, and recanted the story of one of our recent rendezvous'. The following is a transcript of that tale, and you can believe us, that trip passed very quickly. We hope t...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 7: The Search The team meeting had been short. Fitting everyone into Webster's cramped...
An Illustrated version is available from the author * Nineteen year-old, Marcie was in the bedroom, painting her toenails, wearing only red panties and a black, T-shirt, with Fifth Harmony on the front. Eighteen year-old, Evie sat across from her, wearing an extra large powder blue men's shirt that probably belonged to Tucker at one time and nothing else,...
This is a work of fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people. ** The Happy Ending 8 - Ami Trains, Raina Works ** Ami immersed herself in the book of notes Michele had provided, reading carefully as she learned more of the theory behind the therapy and the syndrome it was being developed to treat. She hadn't realized that the success rates of t...
A two-part sensuous slow-build up romance set in New Zealand; the hero is American and the heroine is a Kiwi who returns to her homeland to settle down. At the same time Any finds other women with a more enthusiastic interest in him. Heavy clouds darkened the cemetery but it remained dry during the burial service, not that many would have soaked up rain as...