Cute Girls

I had quite a delightful surprise in store for him. We had just returned to our hotel room from dinner. As soon as we walked into the room he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body for a long slow French kiss. I adore the lingering taste of single malt scotch on his tongue. After a few seconds I pulled away but not before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. “I want to freshen up, so give me a few minutes.” He didn’t miss the mischievous look in my eyes.

“Fine, I’ll just check my email.” As I turn to walk into the spacious bathroom, he playfully smacks my ass. Before we had left for dinner, I had left a small bag in the bathroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pull on my little surprise. I fixed my hair and makeup in the hopes that he’ll find me irresistible. Just before leaving the bathroom I step into my black high heels. (more…)

Her name was Ellen and she had called me concerning some rough she had that needed to be categorized. I don”t usually do house calls, but she sounded like she needed help and if my suspicions were correct, I might be able to find out where she collected her samples. She insisted she had jade. At least fifty pounds of it from a place she was hiking and wanted to see if she was correct. I told her over the phone that the geology in the area she told me she found this was not known for its jade. Believe me, if it was, it would have been mined out years ago; but, the benefit of the doubt is the downfall for all rock hounds, amateur or otherwise. (more…)

His first mistake was to agree to attend what should have been a two day meeting. But the first day lasted barely three hours, and the second day wasn’t supposed to start until 11:00 AM. So Len found himself at loose ends in Omaha. His second mistake was to go back to his hotel and take a nap. Thus by nine that evening he was wide awake and bored to death. At least the Red Lion bar had a decent dejay and an active dance floor.

While Len’s marriage was not particularly a happy one, it was not his habit to go searching for pussy when he was on the road. Sometimes he would hang out in the hotel bar and if he got lucky, well he got lucky. In the normal course of events, Len was not a lucky man. He had no reason to believe that this night would be any different. (more…)

“The characters and events in this story are the inventions of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people and events is only coincidence.

This is the third story in the Katrina series. My thanks to all the readers who made the first two stories my most widely read to date, and special thanks to those who voted for the stories. I know it is dangerous to assume, but I’ll do it any way and say that I must have done something right with these stories. It is my hope that this one lives up to what has gone before. Please enjoy.” (more…)

Melissa’s story:

The dream came again. Actually it was that nightmare all over. I relived that night that date had gone bad. I had gone out with that monster on a blind date. I hardly knew the girl that set us up on the date, just acquaintances. He looked sharp and quite handsome. His eyes were piercing, and his manner was that of one used to controlling.

The date started out innocently enough. He took me to dinner, ordering for me as well as himself. I didn’t mention to him that I disliked all that red meat. I wanted to get to know him a little bit before I made any judgments. (more…)

I woke with the realization that even a night’s sleep didn’t cure the ugly feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Dick and I had shared an incredible physical experience. Sex with him was spectacular. But I’d allowed him to become attached to me emotionally. I didn’t recognize the fact that since his wife left him he was missing the emotionally attachment of a woman. I wasn’t ready to fulfill that need for any man and somehow I knew I’d pay dearly for not recognizing that fact.

It had been almost a week since I began this transformation. I’d gone from being a mundane wallflower to a sexual wild cat in six short days. I’d preformed sex acts that previously I’d only written or fantasized about. My lustful cravings to experience all those fantasies had blinded me to the simple fact that my lovers had feelings of their own. Feelings I should have respected and considered before I drew them into my own passionate spiders web. I have to think long and hard about the dangerous path my cravings were leading me toward. (more…)

“Oh lord, take me deeper, yes, baby,” Tim moaned as he felt his orgasm brewing somewhere deep in his balls. He thrust hard into his wife, making her generous boobs jiggle. Sylvia was holding her own breasts, teasing her nipples, descending from her own thunderous orgasm. Tim had never heard her scream as loudly as she did here, at their Mexican resort getaway. She had was juicy, nearly squirting him when she came while riding his thick cock.

“Come inside me, baby,” she coaxed him, bringing her pebble-hard nipple into his waiting mouth, “suck my tits… oh, Tim, yes, fuck my juicy pussy, harder.” (more…)

That next evening she told Mark that a dip in the hot tub becomes an every-evening tradition this time of year. It was a large tub, more than big enough for the three of them. Ben and Mark were in their swim trunks in the tub when Karen made her way to the deck. She let her robe drop and stepped naked into the tub with the boys. She smiled at Mark when she caught him looking.

By now he had to realize she was out to seduce him. But he was just too naive to catch on. He suspected, hoped actually, but the obvious seemed just too implausible to him. But she certainly gave him fantasies to think about every night. They talked and she giggled. She allowed herself a surprisingly intense orgasm. She cuddled her husband. Mark could not really tell for sure when she started, but it gradually became apparent, eventually at least, that she was actually fucking her husband there in the tub with Mark right there with them. (more…)

*PART 2: Fork in the Road*

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I loved this feeling. I loved waking up next to this woman. I loved opening my eyes and seeing her smiling face on the pillow next to me. My right arm felt numb where it was trapped under her body, but I didn’t really care. I loved how she stroked my cheek before kissing me. I loved the softness of her lips against mine. I loved her scent filling my nostrils.

This was the second night in a row I’d spent the night with Taryn. And despite the fact that I had not been rendered unconscious this time, it was the second night in a row that my body ached beyond belief. (more…)

I had a bit of vacation time that the rest of the family couldn’t join me, and our old friends from our hometown, Lori and George, invited me to come out and stay with them. They’re a little bit younger than us and have no children. They’re both tall, slim and good looking. George is taller than me, blonde and good looking. Lori has the face of a model, is about 5′6, with short dark hair and small breasts that seem to be as firm as when I first met her 20 years ago. I know this because she often goes braless and I can make out her chunky nipples as they make their presence known under her clothes. We’re all become very close friends over the years, and Lori and I somehow always do a bit of flirting when we’re around each other. I’ve often wondered if there was more to it on her side than banter. As for me, I’ve fantasized about her in weak moments for years. (more…)