Brenda smoothed the hem of her skirt then picked up her steno pad from the corner of her desk. She turned the gold knob of the mahogany door and stepped into the office. As she slowly closed the door behind her, the man raised his head from the computer he was typing at and looked up. Brenda felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched his hazel eyes alm...
Shannon Brennan was a handful. The pretty 63-year-old blonde was best friends with Terry's grandmother, Linda, and would often drop by unannounced for a "quick little drink," as she'd put it, which was anything but quick or little, pounding down scotch by the glassful and staying longer than Terry or his grandmother would like. The 19-year-old college stude...
The party was already well underway, and everyone already had a beer in their hand hoping to get drunk sooner and later. Zoey, the birthday girl, spent much of the evening walking around and serving her guests like she always did, even though it was her birthday party. So used to being shit on most of her life, she really had no trouble accepting the fact th...
She stood there motionless. Her nude body reflecting the light that flowed in through the windows. Shadows cast angles under her chin and breast. Her muscles ached from the pose she'd held so long. Beads of sweat trickled off her nipples and down her flat belly. Moving just her green eyes, she glanced at the man sitting just 10 feet in front of her. His bald...
Imagine yourself coming home from work on a quiet night, the moon is full and the sky is partly cloudy, the scene reminds you of a werewolf's moon. There is a chill in the air and you are tired. You were busy and you are coming home with a very good feeling, you had a great day and you made a lot of money, more than usual. You were complimented repeatedly,...
They call it Picnic Rock, so named because generations ago, it was the hot spot to cool down for city dwellers that came to the beach where the rock was in the tiny village on the coast for its beautiful scenery and cooling waters and breeze. It retained the name and though not as popular as it once was for actual picnics, it was a magnificent outcropping...
Jolie moved gracefully between the long tables, her golden eyes averted and a blush staining her cheeks. The King's generals cavorted with naked love slaves on and beneath tables, on chairs, against the wall. She had never witnessed anything so...so uninhibited. Leaning over slightly, she placed a heavy pitcher of honeyed mead on a table, conscious of her...
Stepping up to you I press you down into a chair, kissing you with a flick of my tongue against your lips. Smiling I draw away, my hands sliding down your chest to your thighs, fingers pressing inward to part them as I step between. Kneeling down I draw your shirt up slowly, leaning in to trail a line up your stomach with my tongue to the bottom of your nava...
This may not be the usual story of a man's love of a woman's legs, but who says I embody the usual. The woman who is my mate has the most amazing body I have ever known and in talking about her, one part at a time, I may take some license when discussing her. Her legs are like chameleons. No they don't change color to match her surroundings but they do cha...
Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed...