"Seriously dude where did you think this up? Some B rated Halloween movie?" Pete glanced up from the book, looking over the rim of his glasses to level his gaze at Freddy. "If you must know, the book came from the local warehouse bookstore," he stated matter-of-factly and returned to reading it over. Freddy rolled his eyes and leaned back in the lawn chair...
Caressing her breasts slowly, Monica's mind was rampantly devouring her latest fantasy. He was a few inches shy of six foot and around 140 pounds, not her usually fantasy material but oh so gorgeous. She glanced out her window watching him walking up and down her street, hoping in and out of his little truck. Mmmm, she loved his ass the way she could tell he...
The elevator doors opened and I stepped out on my floor. I finished folding up my wet umbrella, shaking out some rain drops. Thunder boomed outside; the storm was getting closer. Walking quietly through the dark empty hallway I searched the numbered plates for my room. Locating it near the end of the hallway I pulled the key out of my bag as a flash of light...
It had been about 5 months since he'd had his last massage and with all the tension at work he was really looking forward to this one. He started getting massages when he was around 19 and tried to get them whenever he could afford. Lane was 25 and in great physical condition. Although he was anything but unattractive, he seldom had a girlfriend. He was a la...
She listened as he questioned her, but her mind seemed to drift over his whole body at once. Being a Real Estate Agent, you can tell me what's best for me then, can't you? She nodded in answer to his question. He tilted his head looking intently into her eyes that held his attention. I thought it was your job to determine my needs for me. Instead of making m...
The email from her wasn't enough. I told her she had to meet me, look me in the eye and say what she wanted. It was hard, seeing her for that brief moment. She had that nervous smile I remembered so well, from when she was in trouble. Her red hair, her pale smooth skin, the sparkle in her eyes and the scent of her. Even in the shapeless baggy jeans and loose...
So, confession time. I went on a kinky cruise to Newfoundland ("guaranteed to get ya puffin!") a while back. If you've never been to Newfoundland, a rocky Canadian island in the North Atlantic, maybe you haven't heard about this thing they do called "screeching in." It's kind of like a hazing, where they make tourists pay to do a bunch of silly things like k...
Fridays at my office weren’t always easy, but this one was. We had just settled one of our biggest cases, a suit brought by a man who lost an arm as a result of another driver who had been undeniably drunk and run a stoplight. The insurance company refused to pay any more than the policy limit, which was simply unfathomable. Our client was a stone mason, an...
She stood in front of me in a short tight skirt and sleeveless shirt tied in front, mid-drift. Her legs covered in fishnet stockings and the tight skirt extenuating her round supple legs and buns. Her name was Argemone, an old Greek word meaning flower, as she'd once told me, but she liked to be called Damsel. "Shoot the picture," she said. She arched her b...
The two of them slept in. It had been a late night, and the day promised to stretch out before them. The extra sleep would do them both good. And the bliss of laying wrapped in each other's arms had its own attraction that was difficult to overcome. Tim opened a bleary eye to look at the clock and the glowing electric 11:12. "Amy... you awake yet?" He whis...