Lying sated and exhausted the glistening of their bodies shines from the firelight. A tangle of bodies, arms legs in complete disorder. Steve cuddles Debbie close to him, holding her as if she might get away from him. Lorrie is stretched out on the sheet; her eyes were shining like stars, her eyes had that look of love as she turned to look at Sam. There th...
Five XXX actresses. One man. A bedroom in a bedraggled Hollywood Hills mansion. Outside, a low-budget porn was being videotaped. Wearing my birthday suit, I rehearsed with one of the ladies for our pending scene. I harkened back to how I'd arrived here: An ad answered in a local porno rag. An audition in an adult actress' apartment — a live Internet fe...
NB. (I HAVE TAKEN THE ADVICE OF A FRIEND, AND FROM NOW ON, BRONWYN'S THOUGHTS AND WORDS WILL ALSO APPEAR IN THE THIRD, RATHER THAN THE COST OF FOOL)! * Ben tried not to think about the woman who had completely captured his imagination and stolen his heart. But he had seen her leave with a tall, distinguished-looking man, a Native American he almost looked...
I stand there with a glass bottle in my hand thinking only one thing: what part of his body do I want to hit with this? I don't give a shit that there are twenty people separated from us by only one wall or that my parents and his parents are out there; I don't give a shit if they hear me screaming or not. I was right and he was wrong and he is going to fuck...
My hand touched the edge of the swimming pool and I decided that was enough for one day. I hauled myself out and glanced up at the benches at the side of the pool. I couldn't help but notice a couple of Latina goddesses watching me. One of them leaned forward, resting a hand on the back of the bench in front with the result that I had a glimpse of her cleava...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It had been a slow summer. I had a decent job at my father's law firm - a lot more substantive work that what a typical college undergrad could expect - but no matter how much I adore him, it was still working for Daddy. A knee injury at the beginning of vacation further cramped my style, and limited my workouts to the gym in the office building - again usua...
Pace booty, is what the triathlete community calls it. that delectable piece of appropriate sexy ass that you chase notionally because they're ahead of you, but in reality, you're thinking about what's under the lycra or spandex in totally inappropriate ways. I had been in serious training for a half iron man for almost 7 months now, and my training routes...
"Whew." Deep breaths. Nerves. Excitement. Worry. What will she be like? How will I be? Will she like me still? Will she be as great in person? Will conversation in person be awkward. Parking the car on an Atlanta street. Paying the meter. Crossing the street with a stride that says, "I'm cool, I've got this," while my heart races. I walk across the street,...