Cutie is driving along. She's already out of her depth. For starters, she's Australian so she's driving on the wrong side of the road. And, though these parts are not terribly mountainous yet, she is struggling to round the curves of the road in the snow. Even her long slim legs and expert gear shifting aren't helping in these conditions. Things get worse f...
It was an unseasonably warm New Year's Eve for Chicago: 60 degrees, t-shirt weather for the natives. I had just left a dinner with my group of friends to head to a party in a neighboring suburb to which my friend James had invited me. Over the course of our winter break, sexual tension had been climbing between us but I still wasn't sure I wanted something t...
The Beautiful Thing About Glory Holes My first experience with a glory hole was just to days after my 18th birthday at an adult magazine store in Dallas where grew up. I had always wanted to go in and check at the magazines but up until I was 18 they wouldn't let me in. Trust me I tried. Just think an entire building fill with naked girl. That how stupid...
I'm dressed in a short black leather trench coat, red thong, black nylons, black lace garter belt, black leather mini skirt, 3-inch black pumps, a blue blouse and a navy bolero jacket. Thus attired I'm going out shopping with Victoria for more women's clothes! Our first stop is the downtown shopping mall. She parks her car in the Fifth and Mission garage an...
My breath hung in the air, the freezing cold morning making my new job both uncomfortable as well as humiliating. I was 28, and I had been reduced to delivering free newspapers for minimum wage. My colleagues were all about 18, fit, enthusiastic and straight out of school. I dragged my stupid day-glo yellow trolley up Scummingham Hill, toward the dreaded Scu...
It was a mild day in early spring and Charlotte was on the morning shift. She had been a maid at the Fourways hotel for two weeks. It was just a stop gap while she looked for something better. In the economic climate any job was better than no job at all and it paid for her nights out and a few treats. What she really wanted was a new pair of shoes. She alre...
It was Christmas Eve and I was all alone in my small shitty apartment. Everyone I knew was out and about spending time with their friends and families, experiencing the magic of the holiday season. Wow, those words leaving my mouth really pissed me off. Don't get me wrong, I'm not like the Grinch or anything, but I'm single, never married and no kids. My f...
On their side now, Chris spooning her, his cock planted all the way in her ass, their bodies glued. Chris's arms around her, each hand holding a breast. His thighs pressed against the back of her legs. His face in her hair, mouth on her neck. For both of them the sex had been amazing; unrestrained and explosive. Their orgasms had taken everything out of them...
I'd never seen her in the lunchroom before, or for that matter, anywhere else on campus. I'm sure I would remember if I had. After all, even in Texas, it's not everyday one sees a college girl wearing black jeans, a starched white western shirt, and snake-skin western boots. The only thing missing from the look was a wide brimmed cowboy hat. She was a few p...
Chapter 5 Lydia stood tall & powerful above her boss, Donna Harris, who was on her knees kissing her newly acquired long leather boots. She could see Ms Harris squirming with contempt as she worshipped the boots that had so recently been wrapped around her own feet and legs. 'I think you've had quite enough, for now bitch.' Lydia snapped softly at Ms Harri...