This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. * Coke Whore No More Chapter 1 Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel...
It had been too long since i'd seen my Pet. Life was complicated, but our energy was always there. We hadn't seen each other, but had been talking frequently, re connecting, and I could sense her slowly giving herself to me again. I was older now, more patient, appreciative of what she offered and more sensitive to what she needed. I vacillated between wanti...
The next day I could tell that Zoey's ass was really hurting. So I didn't fuck her that Sunday but we spent the day naked in bed lazily watching TV. Though she was more than willing to suck my cock several times throughout the day. She spent most of the day sleeping, however, no doubt recovering from the day before. When I awoke Monday morning I watch her...
I wasn't a very popular teenager. I had no friends and spent a lot of time by myself. I didn't even have a girlfriend until I was in my early twenties. So I spent a lot of time watching porn on the computer and jerking off. At first I was watching vanilla porn. I'd watch women eating each other out and watch men fuck attractive women and imagine what it must...
I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow. "The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you," Amanda halfheartedly thanked me. Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a career as an artist. We met by chance at the Art Gallery of Ontario, last year. Her work was part of...
Mia Hogh—say it as 'Me-a-ho'—said, "I'm yours. You own me." Worried, I replied, "Mia, I know you're in guilt mode. That's OK. But I just can't 'own' another human being. I don't want a slave, even pretend one just for sex." She said, "I still love sex. If I can't be your whore, then I'll be your slut. I love to be penetrated by a hard cock ... yours. Love...
We'd been on the road for seven hours, and though we'd hoped to make it all the way home from our trip in one day, it was becoming clear that we'd need a place to stay for the night. It was no big deal. It was summertime and we're both teachers. We had some time to play with. At about 9pm we found a nice hotel right next door to a steakhouse we know and like...
I first came across Adam online, on a certain social network. We've started talking and soon we had become good friends. Now let me get this straight, he is hot. Probably one of the most charming young guys I've seen. So, I felt somehow attracted to him and I didn't hesitate to tell him. His reaction surprised me, since we became a couple after talking abou...
In my letter to my former wife, I finished: "Raised Quaker, I cannot allow myself to be consumed by hate, but I am deeply disappointed by the you-that-is-now, who was and is a gang-banging corporate and private whore. I still love Miola, the you-that-maybe-used-to-be, who I stupidly believed was a loving wife, but those feelings will fade as time passes. Go...
It was 11am when Katie received the package from the delivery boy. The General had called the previous day to warn her to expect a delivery. She was told that she was being sent an outfit and was to wear exactly what was delivered and be ready no later than 12pm when he would come by her house and collect her. She was also told that, under no circumstance, w...