Cute Girls

Jill returned to The Pink PUSSYkat the following evening, waiting until almost eleven to arrive. The parking lot was nearly as full as the night before, but as she found a space for her car, she could see that a few people were leaving. She walked to the entrance and went inside.

There was a large crowd, mostly in the area closest to the dancers’ runway. All the tables were filled back as far as she was standing, but there were several empty tables and booths in the back. Jill threaded her way through the crowd and found Jeff at the bar, standing at the end next to the only empty stool. (more…)

Foster Davis had been a widower for just over two years when his daughter and a friend were returning from a semester in France the week before Thanksgiving. Tall, forty-something and in good physical shape with a distinguished touch of gray at his temples and salted throughout his professorial beard, he was lonely for companionship he easily could have had were he so inclined. But somewhat lost following his wife’s death, he stayed single and mostly celibate. He missed his children though. His son, a newlywed, was visiting his in-laws for the holiday, so Foster anxiously awaited Megan and her friend at the airport on the cold and rainy Saturday afternoon. The plane long had disgorged its passengers when a pretty girl in the baggage area approached him pulling a luggage cart and addressed him as if she knew him. (more…)

My name is Rachel. It was the end of my first year at college and I was on holiday backpacking in Sydney, Australia with my best friend Samantha. It was a great place to holiday, the sun , beach and the causal Australians, but we had been there a month and we both were not meeting any guys. We were not bad looking girls and we dressed up really sexy in the new Sydney summer fashion with really short minis that hugged the butt and tight little tops and went clubbing each night, but the Australians didn’t approach us. Each night we girls went back to the backpacker hostel alone. (more…)

Sean had no idea what he was doing at an English horse show. It was a one day event, featuring dressage, stadium jumping, and cross-country. Lots of girls in skintight tan breeches and classy black hunt coats. Most of them of the ‘rich bitch’ variety, who owned a twenty-to-fifty-thousand dollar horse, and could ride that one horse and no other. Sean had no admiration for that type. It took little skill to dress up, hop on a horse somebody else groomed, trained, and braided, and do a little pattern in a show. Sean was a true cowboy – well, mostly. His family bred Paints and Quarter Horses, trained them to work under Western tack and perform in rodeos and breed shows, and sold them to mostly local buyers. Not many cows involved, to be honest. He couldn’t picture his big Paint gelding, a great all-purpose horse, collecting himself into the rounded, energetic frame he was now observing in the dressage arena. (more…)

When I arrived at Hickory Run, an artists’ colony in New York State, my intent was to have a two week writing retreat with no distractions so I could finish my novel. The setting was perfect—a small log cabin tucked in a grove of trees with a view of Indian Lake. Each cabin, however, had two separate apartments. For a hundred dollars more a week I could have had a cabin without an adjoining space, but, as it was, I could barely afford this luxury. Fortunately, the apartment next to mine was empty and I was eager for complete solitude. (more…)

Steve was having a great dream, the kind he used to love having before they started coming true. He was dreaming about Amy sucking his dick. She was doing a great job, as she always had, and Steve was trying not to blow his load too fast.

He loved the sensations, but felt himself waking up. He tried to stay asleep, but couldn’t. But as his eyes fluttered open, he still felt Amy’s mouth. He lifted his head, waking up, and watched the top of her head bobbing up and down. He dropped his head back on the pillow with a loud sigh. (more…)

“Here’s a five.”

Under dropped brows, my focus followed the grey and green bill as it fluttered across the front seat. “What?” I queried, picking up the money. “How do you expect me to get everything on this list with five bucks?”

“Figure it out,” Matt snorted. “That’s all I got.”

I crossed my arms and sighed. I knew what that meant; I was going to dig into my purse and make up the difference. I got out of the car and started to make my way toward the little grocery store.

“And hurry up!” Matt yelled after me. “We’ll be late for the game.” (more…)