Act Six: Second Helpings Chapter Four: Take From Me The drive to the Epsilon Zeta Sorority chapter house proved dull and anticlimactic. The steering wheel jerked and the yellow SUV juddered if Dee pushed it over fifty miles per hour. He considered abandoning the beaten automobile and running barefoot all the way to fraternity row. It shocked him to realize...
Cormac awoke wet with sweat but well rested. He had no air conditioning in his small 9th floor studio apartment and he was too stubborn to remedy that now, so late in the summer. His body pulsed with the hot sticky air despite the fact that he wore only a pair of purple briefs which were pasted to his waist and stretched out tight. He was hard. Cormac stoo...
FIRST TIME (2) – JAKE’S STORY My future father-in-law Jait Hoe recounted his early voyeuristic experiences as we sat and sipped beer on the balcony of his house in Sago Lane. Speaking in a matter of fact way, he began his revelations. “I was raised in Hong Kong. My family lived like packed sardines in a small flat in Sheungwan district. Living conditions...
Note: Like most stories that I write, there a few pages of build up, before you get to the juicy parts, but I assure you, they do cum. ***** My horse was exhausted, I knew it was not likely to carry me very much further. Tiredly I dismounted. I took my one remaining water bottle, gave the horse a handful and let a few drops dribble between my lips. I had...
Chapter 1: The Golden Girl Every year as the first chill of Autumn began to bite into Summer's soft, ripe heat, the Duc de Charenton threw an immense fete for himself and those he favoured. The Duc had a reputation for eccentricity, even for cruelty, but only those who attended knew the extent of it. His invited guests witnessed all manner of extravagant di...
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age. Deepa woke up in the morning of the third Monday of the lockdown, stripped off all the clothes from her body and threw them in the laundry basket which was overflowing with her previous dirty clothes. She had a strict rule of wearing one set of clothes per day and never repeat it unless...
It had been a feast after famine after the ball. Nights and days, fresh green grass leafed out on arid deserts, spring flowers blossomed on naked branches of trees, festal fireworks lit up starless night skies. He gave her orgasm after orgasm, satiated her long accumulated need, made her start every day with pink cheeks and that wonderful energy that radiate...
Our entire block had lost power for the third time that week. There had been terrible storms, and almost everyone was inside or at work. The power company had failed to revive the city's power, so I spent the last Monday of my summer vacation at home looking out at the rain and watching bad daytime television in the back room of my parent's house, eating piz...
Over the years, I've often asked Jane to wear revealing clothes when we went out, I'm something of a voyeur and I like to look at other men's wives, and even more, I enjoy others looking at her. She was more than willing to do it on the right occasion in the early years of our marriage, but as the years passed she became a little more self-conscious and rath...
We'd been living in the neighbourhood for about twelve years and everyone knew everyone. Christmas street parties were a big occasion as we blocked off the end of the cul de sac and had everyone at tables. In recent times though our neighbour, Mrs Johnson, had become very frail in her old age. My wife, June, and I had been over to Mrs Johnson on many occasio...