Chapter 1 Iris and Kata had a quarrel about Trish. Iris accused Kata of monopolizing her. They finally agreed to share her, as in she would give each one three evenings of her week, and had one for herself. Whereas Kata moved with low lives, Iris moved with the rich and affluent, the fine, noble society. She would dress Trish up real nice and take her to...
Chapter 1. The most opulent chambers in Topkapi palace belonged to the Sultan. The great hall was decorated with finery from all over the empire. The floor and walls were covered with blue, green and white tiles with abstract patterns on them. These were local from artisans in Constantinople. The floor was covered with deep blue rugs with flower patterns. T...
"The citizens of the great State of Mississippi," Stuart Whitman loved the sound of that phrase each and every time he said it in front of a television camera, "must be certain that the gaming industry they have voted for is run cleanly, fairly, and transparently. Beyond the reach of organized crime, answerable to the people. And as Attorney General, it is m...
Chapter 1 The American couple was, understandably, exhausted and anxious as they claimed their checked- baggage. This was their first trip to Europe. The eight-hour flight from Atlanta to Hamburg-- and the seven time zone changes-- had taken a toll on them. After clearing customs, they took turns watching the luggage as each visited the restroom to freshen...
Nikki Nipples Vs. The Homeless 11/27/08 Nikki was pleasantly surprised when she found a decent parking space, but then it was Thanksgiving day and traffic had been as slow as it gets around Los Angeles. She was coming off of a five day streak without cheating on her husband and was quite pleased with herself. She had blown off Orson yesterday as payment fo...
"What did he do next?" "He kissed me again," I said as Marc's hand cupped my left breast. "And?" "I responded." "Was your mouth open?" "Yes it was." "Was his tongue in your mouth?" "Yes, probably." "And yours, was that in his?" "Yes, I think it was?" I told him as he Marct over, took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it quite hard, just as he knew...
In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attention...
I first heard about Birgul, which means One Rose in Turkish, from my best friend. Before I get to what he told me about her though, I need to explain some things. First off, I'm a 53 year old American, living in Turkey, and married to a Turkish woman as my third wife. My best friend is a 37 year old Turk, who was once married to an American, and has been div...
The Conclusion There remained one more bustle in her hedgerow, one more spring clean for the May Queen. The trip. This trip, our trip, the fabric of our lives ripped apart and rearranged, the storm ravaged journey that had carried Deb to my side once again -- after twenty two years. I wondered, could she still hear the wind blow? Did she know her stairway...
*************** 'Sorry Honey but first served, first come.' *************** Authors Notes This Story qualifies as Inter-Racial, Romantic, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex with Creampies, Humorous Innuendo. Even a hefty dose of poetically verbal BDSM and my favorite, Lesbian Action! So...M/F. F/M, F/F, M/F/F No adolescents were included in any possible confi...