Recounting Those Nights [MMF]

“Hello? Is anyone there? HELLOOOOOO!” “Well dear I think she’s finally ready. What was her name again?” “I think it was Patty. I think? I can’t remember. Doesn’t matter anyway. She’s our new toy now. You ready Benny?” “Oh I’ve been dying to get started Liza dear. After you?”

Benny opened the door to reveal an athletic bodied brunette. Her body toned, her skin bronzed from the many hours spent outdoors. Her well figured legs betrayed her as an avid runner. Strapped to the metal table by her arms and legs, Benny noticed how bare she was. Recently shaven, clearly in preparation for a fun night out and hoping to meet Mr. Right, her body was smooth to the touch.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Patty shouted, looking at the couple. Benny, an average looking guy with a small beer gut, and Liza, a busty redhead, looked at each other. “What do you think Liza? C cup maybe? Benny asked, completely ignoring Patty’s frantic questioning. “Seems about right” Liza responded from the other side of the room, scuffling through a large chest-like object. “How old are you Patty?” Benny asked endearingly. “Screw you! Tell me where I am!” “Now now don’t be like that. I’m just trying to get to know you. So again, how old are you?” “Go to hell you jackass!” Read more »

Piano Girl, Chapter One [Mf]

I was hers from the moment she sang.

Something deep within her came through from the moment she shuffled up to the microphone, back from break, that said she was drunk, nervous and incredibly gifted. As soon as she sang the first note my head turned and I was transported from my sauce to another place. She started singing about love lost, the time being more of a window than a door. And I listened to it all, drink growing warm in my hand without me even noticing.

When she finished her set I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the event. It didn't seem so from the polite claps and small cheers, save for a pair of girls who screamed like the end of the world. When she went over to sit next to them it was clear they were friends. And yet, I was still jealous. I wanted to catch her eye and I hadn't even managed that.

I finished my second-rate drink and eavesdropped. I wanted to know anything about her I could find but the alcohol, the ambient noise and the three girls' heavy English accents were too much—I couldn't glean a thing. So I ordered another drink and decided to give up on the only interesting girl in a month. Read more »

The cold water trickles down into her open bikini bottoms [Mdom, paradise]

Isabella Garcia lies in the warm evening sand by the edge of the Mediterranean sea, coyly hiding her little red bikini bottoms with her hands. Occasionally a cold wave breaks the shoreline and washes over her, making her body tense up. But secretly she’s enjoying it.

Isabella is a 27 year old Spanish informant for British Secret Services. She’s a quiet girl from an upstanding family, smart and sophisticated. She wants to help protect western Europe, and has been passing on valuable information to the Spanish and British authorities for a couple of years. She’s still new to the game, but losing her innocence.

We met secretly in my hotel bar last night, where she handed over a dossier on Russian spies in London, particularly those out to kill me. I was very grateful and returned the favour in cocktails. We stayed up into the early hours chatting, tipsy. Then I ordered her a taxi, like a true gent, and stumbled up to my hotel room.

Before we said goodbye though she kissed me, smiled, then got into her taxi. Now I was meeting her the next day on the beach. But I still had time to work out in the hotel gym before I came. I was looking pretty ripped. Read more »

First time meeting. [MF]

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I had just gotten off work and was ready to have a couple shots of vodka at home. Traffic is backed up for miles and a taxi won't get me anywhere. I might as well take the subway. I make my way down the stairs to the abyss. The stench of death down below. I run up to get my ticket knowing I may miss my ride and half to wait again. wham "I'm so sorry" knocking my briefcase out of my hands, I reach down and look up. A small smile on your face. You turn and continue walking toward the gate. 'wow' I think to myself 'that is one sexy looking woman' I grab my ticket and make my way to the gate. Read more »

She’s Got Swagger [MF] [stripper] [oral] [mast]

I like to picture you as a stripper, I'll bet you'd be one of those slutty stippers that gets off on teasing men. You'd like giving lap dances and watching the guy shift uncomfortably as he tries to hide his growing erection. But that would only turn you on more and you'd run your hands up your naked body, stopping to tweak your nipples, feeling them harden.

You glance back at your prey, his eyes locked on your full breasts and hard nipples. His breath deep and full.

Licking your lips you feel a tingling between your legs and are enjoying the power you have over this man.

Deciding to push your tease farther, you move closer to his seated form, your large round breasts at his eye level. He takes in a sudden breath as you climb into his lap, straddling him with your hands on his shoulders.

Pushing him back into his chair you whisper "Close your eyes". His eyes close and his head tilts back, his thoughts swirling in his head. Read more »

Hell Hath No Pussy Like A Woman Scorned [mF][Road Sex][Cop]

So. It was a warm summer night and Dante was driving back down from a convention. He had an hour till he was home because the convention was out of country. Being the rebel he is, he decides to set cruise control to 5mph over the speed limit. Its a empty desert road, who will mind?

Then he heard the sirens. Fuck. He was a good citizen and pulled over for the traffic cop flagging him down. He got mentally prepared for the encounter as he heard the knock on his tinted window. He rolled it down to see a middle-aged woman in a police uniform. She had a face younger than her body, fair skin, dark brown hair and a stern look.

"So, Mr. Speedster, did you happen to see the 60mph sign about 10 miles back?"

"Sorry Officer…Bays, I just wanted to get home on time. I'm not from around these parts."

"Well you're in America, so as we do, I'm gonna have to ask for your license and registration."

He digged around in the glovebox and begrudingly handed over the documents to her. She looked at his license. Read more »

After a Long Break [MF]

I can't wait to pick you up Saturday, I already know I'll be soaking wet before you even get to my car. I'll want to climb right on top of you in the passenger seat. I'll be kissing you and pulling your shirt up so I can feel your warm chest while I'm slowly grinding my hot pussy on your cock. Begging you to bite and suck on my neck as I pull back on your hair. Maybe I'll already want you so bad by then I'll tug on your pants so I can blow you right there in the car. I'll pull your pants down so I can see your cock standing straight up and start sucking on your balls. I'll lick up your shaft while watching you, making sure you'll enjoy every moment. I'll softly suck on the tip and then make sure to make your cock all messy with my saliva so I can tug on it and start teasing you. Deep throating it when I know the sight of your cock is making me too horny. I wouldn't let you cum then though, I'd make you wait until we got back to my bedroom. Read more »

The Kitchen [M] [F] [Oral]

The sunlight streams through the kitchen window, dancing in the rippled purple glass of the hanging cat. You are standing by the counter, one eye on some exquisite-smelling thing in the oven whilst you skim through a cookbook.

The sight of you takes my breath. You’re wearing a lone blue wrap-around skirt and matching top; both hug your body in exactly the right places. It takes all my willpower not to scoop you up in my arms. As usual, you’re not wearing anything on your feet; bent forward on your delicate tip-toes, your pert backside is thrust out towards me. Your hair is held in a high ponytail, flowing down your back in a silken cascade. I don’t think you’ve noticed me. You could be pretending to ignore me, but even in profile, I can see your lips pursed in that expression of concentration you have when you think nobody can see you.

God, I want you.

I come up behind you, wrap my arms around your waist and put my lips to your neck. I’m not sure which is more intoxicating; your smell or the little gasp you make. I kiss my way higher, lifting your chin with one hand. You close your eyes and reward me with a quiet moan. Read more »

Nicole Tastes Mia’s Forbidden Fruit [FF, Short, Experimental Non-Linear Narrative]

Hey guys! If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.

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Nicole flicked her tongue up and down Mia's clit, relishing the juices that glistened atop it. Her red lips brushed up against this woman's sweet pussy, and she couldn't keep the grin off her face. 'They'll all look the same', they'd told her, 'they'll all look the same by the third day.' They'd scoffed. They'd rolled their eyes. They'd stared down at her through their drinks and looked to their husbands for confirmation. 'Really, honey, it won't be that exciting. These nudist colonies, they take all…the fun out of it.'

Bullshit.

Nicole hadn't been able to take her eyes off that sweet pussy she was now tonguing since she had walked up to the stand. It was trim and tight, hinting at the juicy secrets down below without giving too much away. Like a miniskirt, or a good short story. Read more »

Whistle blower part II: Show off [exh][MF][reluc]

This is the second stand-alone story I've posted about the Golden Whistle. I'll post a link to part 1 in the comments.

It’s a few years later and Joe Checulo has ranked up. He is now working as a detective. Every now and then, he still hits the streets, but a lot of his time is spend sitting behind a desk. Boston is getting uneased. As everywhere else in the world, the beginning of a new century has stirred up working classes. In the lower-class areas of the city, policemen are required to pair up when they hit the streets. Young men are rioting in small groups and young women are making themselves heard. Rumour has it women are even thinking about voting, although that will of course never be realized. Even the thought of it makes Joe laugh. He is cracking case ‘Walnut’ and is stuck in his thinking. The office is empty, everybody else has gone home. Read more »