I was awakened, on Thursday morning, by a hellacious thunderclap. My foggy mind managed to relate this event to the possibility that it was raining outside. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and saw the never-fail morning cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand. I used extra caution with the first sip, as yesterday I had nearly been scorched. It’s hot, but I fooled Louise and didn’t gulp the first taste down. I could not see or hear Lou. So I wandered into the bathroom for my morning constitutional, and was pleased to see blue towels on the rack this morning. I am suitably impressed. I had my shower, brushed my teeth, brushed the hair, which I have decided to let grow longer after graduation. What the heck, I thought, I’m a musician. I found a pair on light weight summer khaki pants, and a red silk, pullover shirt, and my penny loafers, grabbed the cup of hot coffee and made my way upstairs to find Louise. Continue reading »
“What are we going to wear?”
Jeff was sick of hearing it. He could have given less than a shit about throwing on a hot latex mask and prancing around the neighborhood. It wasn’t bad enough that he was twenty-five years old being forced to celebrate a kid’s holiday, but Halloween would be eight years to the day his high school sweetheart had been killed in a car accident, and it was a night he preferred not to remember. Unfortunately, his new girlfriend, Tracy, was insistent, absolutely adamant that they “would” dress up, they “would” go out, and Jeff had little or no choice in the matter. Continue reading »
Helen stood up and pulled the red sash that held her robe together. She simply shrugged her shoulders and the shiny black satin robe pooled on the floor around her clear stiletto heels. This would be the first time I have seen Helen completely naked. She was full and soft. My eyes must have telegraphed my approval of her appearance because she smiled. The hair on her pussy is the same light sandy brown as on her head. She did not shave, and her pink lips peeked through her bush and I could see clear droplets of her nectar and the shine on her inner thighs where she had been leaking as we had talked. Her areolas were very large, dark and her nipples were diamond hard from the material of her robe. Continue reading »
To be named ambassador with absolutely no foreign service experience is overwhelming, to say the least. I come from a small Latin American country and when a friend of mine was elected president, he asked what position I wanted. Instead of opting for a Ministry, or a position in the Presidency, I thought an embassy would be great. I would be away from the limelight, my kids were attending college in the States, and I still managed to have a few dollars in my savings account. The hard part would be picking a country. Continue reading »
Ron was on vacation in his motor home and had been visiting a few friends in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He was now headed back to Casper, Wyoming and home. This wasn’t a large motor home (a recreational vehicle or RV to some people); it was an almost ten year old class C Itasca twenty three footer (class C being the kind that are build on a truck frame with the truck cab still there). Not big at all as motor homes go. It has what is often called the “party layout.” No bed setup in the rear; actually the bathroom was across the rear of it. Continue reading »
*Chapter 3*
As I was exhausted from the ‘encounter’, I, therefore, changed to nightdress and retired to the bed.
While I was reading a book, I heard a knock at my door.
“Yes! It’s open,”
Erum walked in.
“Are you Okay?” Said she shutting the door behind her.
“Yeah! Why?”
“You were limping and now you’re looking pale too.” She had a concern in her voice.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired.”
“I understand,” Same crooked smile ran on her face as she sat besides me on the bedside. “But, you enjoyed?” Continue reading »
Brad Wilcox looked across the classroom, making sure that all of his first year biology students were keeping their eyes on their own papers. Today’s test was the final of the year and this exam was the one on which most of the kids tried to cheat. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be doing his or her own work today. It had been a good year, a good class and he was almost sorry to see them go - something he rarely felt about first year biology students who were taking the course simply to fulfill a requirement. Continue reading »
The seduction of Kerrie, unlike most of my seductions, was not premeditated. But it was a seduction nevertheless. Make no doubt about it.
My husband and I have known Kerrie for over eight years. Our nephew and her son played on the same T-Ball team together. Paul had ended up coaching the team when our brother-in-law was called out of town for a couple of months on a temporary job assignment and the drunk Kerrie was married to at the time couldn’t make it to practice because of the flu.
As the boys grew they continued to be part of the same or competing teams first in baseball then basketball and finally football. We attended a lot of our nephew’s games and were around when Kerrie divorced drunk No. 1 and married drunk No. 2 and finally got rid of him to. For such a lovely, bright lady, she sure as hell couldn’t pick anything but losers to married. Continue reading »
After Angie and I had cuddled for a while, Ryan finally recovered from his apparently exhausting orgasm. He swayed forward onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress. Over my new love’s shoulder, I had an enticing view of his naked masculine body. His muscles were still slick with sweat, and his lower abdomen, thighs, and spent cock were still literally dripping with the juice of Angie’s passion. The sight of him immediately stirred me to desire again, but I could do little but remain pinned beneath Angie’s body as she nuzzled against my shoulder. Continue reading »
We had been invited to a cocktail party at the Croydon Park Hotel in south London as the guests of one of my husband’s clients who were celebrating his fortieth birthday.
I wore the favoured ‘little black dress’ for the occasion, a black velvet cocktail dress, very figure hugging and sexy, but sophisticated enough for a semi-formal party. It was open backed and held on with a thin satin lace, criss-crossing all the way up from my lower spine, at the front it was also cut low but under-wired, enhancing my breasts and giving me an impressive cleavage. The dress was quite short, reaching to about mid thigh, and underneath it I wore nothing but a black suspender belt, stockings and a pretty crouch-less butterfly thong, on my feet a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes. Continue reading »