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My fingers told them of my urgency and they responded in the ways I
knew spoke of their own need.
He, in his usual, direct, ‘I want you NOW’, fashion speared his nose
into my crotch and started licking and probing. He wanted one thing,
for me to roll over onto my knees and present myself for him.
She, on …
Read More →Amelia’s husband smiled, he wanted her back badly. If she could excite him
like that maybe she was worth hanging on to. After all, he could make a lot
of money out of her, he reasoned. “I’ll never treat you badly again, I
promise you that.” He took a deep breath before asking her, “Are you ready
to return home …
Generally speaking, Danny was a dumbshit. I guess it wasn’t really his
fault, but damn, he sure could be dense. I guess it was mostly a function
of his age and lack of worldly experience, after all, he was only
seventeen, and had lived his entire life thusfar in a small, backwards,
redneck town. Sometimes the shit he pulled was …
I was flipping through the alternative paper, and I ran across a
coupon for a new place had opened in town, the “VIP Lounge”. No cover
charge and only $21 an hour before 10pm. I had heard something of
these places on the net but I was interested to see how they worked in
practice. It was that rarity in …
Recovering from my accident took a long time. It was
frustrating because I’ve always made a point of
keeping fit and here I was barely able to move. I
spent many hours with the physiotherapist. She seemed
to take an almost sadistic pleasure in making me find
the re-use of my body. But eventually my sessions with
her were over. …
She was sitting in the sand, looking out toward the end of the jetty. The
waves were huge, frothing up as they swept down the breakwater. The beach was
crowded with people, busy walking and running up and down the beach and it was
only five-thirty. She had just finished her three laps of the beach and was
perspiring freely. …
I knew that there was something on Shayla’s mind when we went out to
dinner that weekend. Two glasses of wine later, she began to tell me
what she had been thinking about. I knew that she had been backing
off from her dominance in our relationship, and she admitted it when I
pressed her to talk.
“I know it’s …
Read More →The approach shot was long, straight and hard. Hitting a golf ball takes very
little physical effort but a lot of concentration. The ball grabbed hard and
really sucked back. Dave MacDonald was left with a four-foot birdie putt here on
the eighteenth hole to shoot 69 and set up a possible victory in the first
tournament of the year …
Beneath the shade of a weeping willow, there is space enough to allow the
imagination to flow faster than the lazy clouds trailing their way across the
blue summer sky. There Teresa laid out a chequered table cloth just beyond the
trailing fronds of the tree where the grass was less damp. It was far enough
from the bank of …
I arrived at the Hotel Z, half a mile from the
Capitol, promptly at 2 p.m. The Secret Service
ushered me discreetly to her door. They knew me by
now, as I am Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s lover.
When I arrived, the Senator gave me a big
open-mouthed kiss and grabbed my already-hardening
cock through my pants.
“Same rules as …
Read More →You just never know what you’ll see on a sunny and cool spring afternoon
when all the sexy secretaries congregate, dressed in their sexy business
suits, or your prim, proper and very cool boss.
I admit it, I love to watch the legs of the secretaries downtown as they
take their lunch breaks. I love to watch them cross their …
Laurel Blakely was as excited about meeting Dean Kennedy at the Blue Goose bar as she ever had been about anything in her young life. There was something about the way the handsome, youthful vice squad officer looked at her that sent shivers up and down the gorgeous twenty-year-old’s spine.
Parking her beat up Ford in the Goose’s lot, Laurel …
Jay’s work as an installation specialist often took him out of
town, to wherever the customer’s home office was located. I was tired
of being left to my own resources at home, though, so when his company
landed a new client on the other coast I twisted Jay to let me tag
along.
Once in flight, we flipped up the …
Read More → Abstract: His Domme demands he meet her at lunchtime; but not to
eat.
He hurried to her apartment as soon as he could. The message on
his pager had just said, “Be here soonest for lunch.” When she opened
the door for him, she quietly pointed to the side room where the
computer and her toys were kept. Knowing the …
Sipping her vanilla milkshake, she sat at the bright white
formica table in Baskin-Robbins in her cheerful pink sweater,
waiting for the pedophile. The song on the radio reminded her of
a tune she had heard once in her father’s antique collection of
phonograph records. As she listened, the melody reminded her of
the ancient playback device, the slow rotation, …