I pushed the nose over and picked up the necessary airspeed as I neared the airstrip. The old bird was doing just over 200 as we crossed the end of the runway. I put in the back pressure on the stick and the nose came up nicely. When we were vertical I released the pressure and kept us going straight up. The speed fell off rapidly and when she was done she fell off to the right, whipping around into a tight spin. I let her go two turns and recovered heading in the original direction. I barely had the required speed when we were just past the other end of the strip. I sucked the stick back again until we were heading straight down on the back side of the loop. A quick 180 degree roll and we pulled out heading back down the grass strip. Continue reading »
“(Note : This is a genuinely true story. Kate is my girlfriend and we have lived together for just over a year. All the situations that follow actually happened as written. Above everything, she is the one who grinds my gears for me. No one else even comes close. I might occasionally write about other women, but she is the one that I desire and curl up to late at night. When reading this story, it helps if you are familiar with my other work. This one is for you baby. I love ya.)”
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“Nylons, woman.” I could tell you that she jumped right up and rushed to do my bidding, but she didn’t. She commented once about being wasted, nay, destroyed.
Then she rolled over on her side, away from me, and said, “Start on the back door, John.”
Whoops. I was out of charge again. But I wanted to see her put on her nylons. But, what the hell. “Okay, Tamara.” Down stairs I went.
When drilling through a door for a doorknob set or dead bolt, you always drill from both sides. Actually you’re sawing a circle, but with a drill bit to guide the round saw as it spins in the electric drill. The guiding drill bit protrudes further than the round saw, so it pushes through the other side of the door before the saw cuts through. This is good because it allows you to move the electric drill around to the other side of the door and drill/saw the opposite direction, preventing the door from splintering when the saw pushes through. I tell you all of that because I drilled from the inside of the back door first, then went outside to drill in the other way. The door was closed so I could push against it with the hole saw in the electric drill, and soon the whole disk of wood that the hole saw was cutting began to spin, meaning I had connected through. I pulled the tool back exposing the new hole in Tamara’s door for the new dead bolt. Looking through to examine the cleanness of the cut, I see a nipple. A pretty nipple. One I would like to suck on. But when I opened the door, the robe was back in place and Tamara was no longer near the door. That is to say, Tamara in black high heels, dark colored stockings, a short teal-blue satin robe and radiant, wavy hair, was no longer near the door. Continue reading »
“Don’t ya think that skirt’s a little too short?” Jack Reynolds exclaimed, knocking Megan’s feet off her desk.
“Why? I’ve got the legs for it!” Megan snapped back. “Nobody else is objecting!”
“That’s cause they know it won’t do any good to say anything.” Jack responded, taking a seat across from her desk.
Jack Reynolds was the founder and president of his own security and investigation business. He was quite handsome for a gentleman in his early fifties. Even though his six-foot frame was showing slight signs of age, his light brown hair was still full and his bright green eyes still very clear. Continue reading »
“[Dear reader, this is the fourth of five chapters.]”
*Secret 4 — We’ve Got Bush, and More! (Gary does strip tease, then Lisa, and they lose control.)*
It took Gary a full minute to get used to dancing like a stripper. Lisa had the music up a little loud causing the girls to yell for him to get going. As he opened up to the idea he partially lifted his shirt exposing his abs, and then lowered it. He swayed to the music running his hands over his torso.
The girls clapped and squealed encouragement to him. Camille yelled, “Off with the shirt!” Continue reading »
I was somewhat perplexed by my new situation. As Dot had said, we had crossed a Rubicon and there was no going back. It was difficult to behave as I had had done previously with Dot at work.
That night Dot had slept with me at my house, and in contrast to our efforts in the office, we had had a long evening of gentle loving. The companionship, the presence of another loving soul in the house became more important than the sex.
We did of course talk. Well into the night. Among other things I suggested that I ought now to cancel the date I had made with Lisa. Continue reading »
It’s the start of another school year at Goodyear High School for me after a long summer of waitressing at the local ice cream shop. I’ve always wanted to be a cheerleader, ever since I was about 5 and went to my first football game in town and saw all the beautifully dressed girls doing acrobatics and waving their pomp-pons. My mom promised me, “One day, Naomi, you too will become a fantastic cheerleader.” I tried to mimic them while sitting next to my daddy in the stands, but was never nearly as good. Now that I’m in high school, I’ve built up enough self-confidence (and my body has filled out my now, tight-fitting clothes) to try out for the cheerleading squad. Continue reading »
Cheyenne slowly pulled the white stockings up her legs, smoothing them as she went and hooking the garter belt snaps to the tops. Then she stepped into her six inch pumps. She picked her red velvet dress up off the bed and pulled it over her head. It was very tight. She tugged at, stretching it across her amble breasts and letting it slide down to cover her ass. She ran her fingers through her long brown hair, tossing it across her shoulders. Then she touched up her make-up, applying extra lip stick. She grabbed her car keys and headed out the door. Continue reading »
Beverly was crying. Her bosom heaved up and down as each sob wracked her body. “I’ve got to leave you, Gary. I can’t live a lie anymore!”
I cradled her in my arms, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks, her farm girl freckles magnified by each drop. We sat on the couch, in the third year of our marriage, as I tried to make sense out of what Bev was saying. This often was not easy, as she was no rocket scientist. But Bev’s simple, kind nature more than made up for her lack of mental prowess. She loved me truly. She loved me deeply. So the idea that she must leave me had clearly been put in her head. I needed to find out why, and who. Continue reading »
Barry wanted to get to San Francisco as quickly as he could. He constantly thought about the two women from the UK he had been with for the past two weeks as well as Beth and Terri. It had been an experience that he would remember his entire life. The first ride he caught was all the way to Reno with a couple of college guys on vacation. The guys talked about all the “conquests” they planned to have with the waitresses and other workers in town. Barry just smiled to himself, knowing that they would never have the experience that he had had during the last several weeks. Barry was tempted to stay in Reno for a day but decided that he had better move on… it was getting close to the date that he needed to be in town. He then caught a shuttle to the edge of town and waited for his next ride. Continue reading »