I wonder how many of you raving sexy lady readers are like me and don't wear any undies at all, no bra, no tights and most important of all no panties. Even in winter unless it is very cold I wear only stockings and suspenders under my skirts or dresses. It all started over ten years ago when Chris, my partner persuaded me to try leaving them off when I wa...
Willem was perched atop a crumbling tombstone as he played. The cold air tousled his baby blue hair as his fingers dance over taut strings. The abandoned cemetery was haunted by his dark, delicate violin. Its voice reached out into the dark and drifted across the deserted yard. This was a secret place, a forgotten place, hidden away from the noisy city and...
Your travels have taken you to a small, quaint village in a remote province. Upon locating the inn where you would be spending the night, you smile. The online brochure did no justice in depicting the glorious splendor of this Victorian era building. You ascend the old wooden steps to your room on the second floor. When you enter, you are quite taken by the...
Three quickies unrelated except for a line they share by Robert Fripp. Enjoy. :: First Movement: Vivace She was good. Whenever I would catch up a bit, she would sprint off. At the top of the hill she veered off the track onto a much narrower run. I followed but it was tough going. I was getting tired and making mistakes. She was lithe and agile as a cat...
Home for Seniors #4 Wow, that was one hell of a game of dominoes. That session with Max, Al and Gene was really something. I sure wasn't expecting anything like to happen, but very happy that it did! A trip to the city's Museum of Art was scheduled for a few days later. I had signed up for it figuring it was a way to get "away" from the Home and to see the...
Chapter 2: No good deed goes unpunished... ------------------- "Control well its slippin' right through my hand, these days turned out nothin' like I had planned..." –PowderFinger, These Days. ------------------- "You look lost boy." My feet shifted in their spot. I didn't look up at the old voice speaking to me. "You have to have a destination, or s...
I woke with a stale taste in my mouth, too much champagne and sex. A toothbrush and a cup of tea and I'd be as good as new. Extricating myself from Zanire's sleeping limbs, I quietly limped to the bathroom. Pointing my dick at the bowl, I was surprised it still worked. "You saw a lot of action, buddy, I'm glad you're ok." Zanire, stirred as the kettle bo...
Author's Note: Well readers, here's the third chapter!! I hope you all like it. If you haven't read the first two stories yet, you might want to so that you can understand this story better. As always, please, please, PLEASE vote, comment, and/or send feedback, :). Thanks for reading!! --- Michael and I spent the next few days together. We went to the mov...
Disclaimer: It's all mine except for the poem, which is by Robert Browning. Althea stood slightly hidden in the ivy covered niche and watched him. She had just stepped out of the door behind her and was slowly finishing buttoning up her heavy wool frock coat to block out the wind. Her cap was already pulled down over her head, allowing only a few wisps of s...
The flight from Newark Liberty International Airport to Cairo was nonstop. I slept as the airplane flew over the Iberian Peninsula. The sunrise visible through the window on my left woke me as the plane crossed the shoreline into Egypt. I could barely see the eastern edge of the Mediterranean from my position. An announcement in Arabic told the passengers wh...