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Monday:
Jeff said, “Thanks for coming over. I think I’m doing something
wrong. Can you help me?”
“Sure,” Carol replied, “What’s going on?”
“When I try to import a new document into the system, I’m getting
this weird error message. I’m not sure what it means.”
“Let’s take a look. Oh, I see what that is. You aren’t doing anything…
Read More → I woke up at five-twenty on a Tuesday morning and found
myself seated next to Vivian on the first bus into the city. In my
morning stupor, I managed to deduce that she must have been able to
coax me out of my well-deserved post-finals slumber enough to get
me out of bed and dressed. Actually, I noticed, I was …
Miranda was 18 and had just left high school, she was going on her first job
interview and although she was happy for the chance to get a job before
Christmas, she was a little apprehensive about the establishment she would
be working for.
Miranda’s interview was at an adult bookstore; actually they sold quite a
range of adult sex …
“She does love you. Perhaps too much.”
Simon’s voice still carried the same self-confidence that Steven
remembered from the only other time he had heard it. His thumb hovered
over the “End” button, an instant away from silencing him. Instead, he
pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to look away from
Elyse’s name staring back at …
I was a cute young, naive college co-ed, and she was handsome.
I’d never felt attracted to a woman before or since, but she put
off a masculine kind of vibe, and I found myself drawn to her.
She smiled at me from the other side of the classroom, and then
turned her attention back to our boring chemistry professor.…
Becca startled as her desk phone snagged her attention away from the
document she was writing at work.
“This is Becca,” she answered in a crisp tone.
“Hi, it’s me,” the soft and silky female voice said.
“Where’ve you been? I called you at work and you didn’t answer!”
“I took the day off. I had some errands to run.”…
Read More →I can remember the day about six months ago when the
new neighbors moved in. They were a couple I would say
in their mid thirties with a eighteen year old daughter.
I saw them move most of their stuff in as I always
spend a lot of time working in the yard on the lawn or
trimming the shrubbery. …
Lois Baxter lay in bed, the covers drawn up around her waist. Next to her, her husband Bret snored loudly. As was his practice, he wore no pajamas, sleeping in the nude. He had kicked the bedclothes off of him and Lois looked over with a faint smile on her lips.
Bret was lying on his back. His hard muscular …
Bob set the two suitcases inside the door of the mountain cabin and turned to look at his wife. His bride smiled, the clear light shimmering over her lightly tanned face, the sun glinting on her pale blonde hair.
“Here we are,” Bob said. “Honeymoon cottage.” He swept Linda into his arms and carried her over the threshold into the …
This is a true tale of an affair that began over in 1989 & lasted – off & on – until her tragic death last year. It’s written as a memoir & tribute to one of the sexiest women I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I was also proud to call her my friend.
It was a hot, steamy …
Read More →Linda’s eyes were half closed, her enticing mouth was open and her hands were pulling on my thighs.
This widow woman was experiencing a feeling she’d never had before.
My dick was at least two inches longer than Joe’s had been, and half an inch thicker…
Ol’ Fat Boy was driving her into ecstasy.
I was mesmerized just watching her …
Read More →My husband, Edward and I have been married for almost three years. At our
engagement, our friends all said we were absolutely made for each other. He
is tall, dark and ruggedly handsome and I am, I’m often told, not
unattractive. Both from good schools and good families with a few vague
remnants of old money, it was obvious we …
I met Yolanda at a cocktail function at one of our suppliers. My boss had
virtually forced me to go but as soon as I saw Yolanda I was glad I went.
Yolanda was sipping champagne and smoking a cigarette when our eyes locked.
Tall, elegant and very sensual in that French way that made my cock hard, I
was …
Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt …
I couldn’t believe I had let Roger talk me into this! Here we were, pulling
into the driveway to what I was sure was the kinkiest resort in the world,
simply called the Adult Resort. Ever since I had started going out with
Roger a year and a half ago, he had convinced me to do baser and more
depraved …