Clarice was a twenty-three year old college dropout. Due to unusual circumstances, thats a whole story in its own right, she had decided to leave college and now worked in a comic book shop. Which suited her just fine. She loved comics, though wasn't crazy about Marvel or DC, and had a great boss who treated her well. The pay wasn't worth getting excited ove...
Janet gave one more tug, and the cork slid from the bottle of Pino Grigio with an audible "pop". The sound made Joyce and Ellen turn to look. Janet worked the cork off the corkscrew, and poured herself a small sip. Satisfied that it was ok, she filled glasses for her friends Joyce and Ellen that were sitting around the small poolside table out of the sun....
It was a warm summer's evening and still full daylight as I waited, nerves stretched to breaking-point, facing the bonnet of my car. I was fully, tinglingly aware, of the curious gazes of people coming and going in the pub carpark. I knew I must have looked rather strange, standing there, dressed as I was in outrageously tarty clothes. I was waiting to meet,...
"Beg me" she whispered, pulling him up hard by his hair, damp with sweat...her fingers sticky with her own juices....He could smell her whiskey and cigarette-breath on his face, lying face-down naked on the trashy hotel bedspread, hot and dirty. She was pinning him down, straddling him with one tight muscled thigh in black fishnets on either side of him, pul...
The prevailing sentiment among women in today's world seems to be that men are clods only interested in where they are going to get their next piece of ass, their next beer or the next 'mommy' to clean up after them. For the woman who truly wants to understand the man in their life or possibly for the female writer who would like to get out the stereotype...
He couldn't stop thinking about last night. He could sense she was his the minute she stepped out of the shower. He could smell the faint scent of her body wash and noted that she was quick to cover up with her towel. What was she hiding from him? His cock knew instinctively, anticipation causing a sudden rush of blood to tighten the manhood in his jeans....
The urgings of sex is ageless, however the transmissions of ability seems to get a bit rusty with time. For some reason the elderly seem to get tremendously inhibited to the point they condemn those with healthy appetites, as trashy sluts. This is obviously a latent primitive reaction of guilt, especially with women who violated what was thought to be "honor...
On cool, cotton sheets, she sleeps alone. Her pale form in foetal position, her long, raven hair splayed out on the pillows. No trace of the day’s trials and tribulations remain, only on the cotton wool in the waste paper basket. After a time she stirs in the silence of a spell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where...
As Brandon arrived back into the room, she had him sit on the couch. She closed the door as turned back around to him with a wicked smile, as she had an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth and he could see her nipples were solid as a rock and pointing straight out. She knelt before him, lips teasingly close to his throbbing erection and asked for a light...
They've been having a great time. They've been lightly touching each other throughout the show...holding hands...lightly touching her legs and her neck and arms during the show....stealing glances. Yes, a little smoldering has been going on as they are both attracted to each other and anticipating. He has been admiring her legs and cleavage all through the...