Cute Girls

On the third try I managed to get the key into the hole and unlock my apartment door. Amazing what half-a-dozen Malibu and Diet Cokes will do to a girl’s head. I stepped inside with my two new pets hot on my tight little tail. I had decided that one cock just wasn’t going to be enough for me tonight, so I brought home two.

Earlier, at the club, I named them Rock and Jock. Rock was tall and slim, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and lips that were made to kiss my pussy. Jock was the poster boy for lean muscle mass, with broad shoulders, epic abs, and a bulge I couldn’t wait to unleash. (more…)

“Here. Put these on.” Beth ordered.

Looking a bit uncertain, Amy took the white, meshy costume Beth proffered.

“A bet’s a bet, Amy.” I informed the confused looking little blonde as I reached out to take my own black costume from Beth’s arms.

USC’s loss to Texas had put Amy and me into this predicament. So certain were we that The Trojans would kick the Longhorn’s asses, we’d bet Beth out of our infamous “anything” bets. After several days of in-decision, Beth had finally decided that we’d pay off by helping her entertain her new boyfriend for his birthday. (more…)

*Part One: Tricked*

“Monica, I don’t feel so good.”

Startled, Monica Jensen jumped and turned toward the doorway of the bathroom. Hanging onto the door jam and looking like death warmed over was Lilly Banks. Her shiny black leather covered head was hanging down loosely, and she swayed from side to side like a listing ship.

“Uh Oh Honey what’s wrong?” The minute she said it, she felt stupid. It was obvious; Lilly was drunk off her ass and looking like she was going down for the count at any second. Setting aside the makeup stained cotton ball she’d just finished using, Monica quickly took one last look at her freshly scrubbed face in the small medicine cabinet mirror and headed across the bathroom. Slipping her arm around the obviously drunk girl’s waist she hoisted her against her side and turning halfway around, headed down the hall to her spare bedroom located at the end of the corridor. Lilly wasn’t a lot of help. Feeling quite lightheaded herself, Monica realized she’d had a few more drinks then she usually liked to consume on any given occasion; she was definitely a couple of drinks over her own enforced restriction. (more…)

“(This is the eight story in this series. I have tried to put enough information into it so that if you have never read any of the others you can still enjoy this one by itself.)”

The woman circled slowly around her intended prey. She carefully kept her weight balanced, sliding one foot after the other. She narrowed her circle, closing in on the man before her. He looked around wildly. Since she had the door blocked, he attempted to scramble over the bed. She lunged when he was midway through his attempt and pulled him down. (more…)

Chapter 1 – Daniel finds out just how good a friend he has.

“A man walks into a bar, wearing…”

Sounds like the start of any one of a thousand jokes, right? Bear with me. It ain’t a joke.

A man walks into a bar, wearing what looks like boxer’s tapes on his hands. There’s a round of applause, some beer bottles raised in salutation, a parting of the ways as he moves to the counter, clearly embarrassed by his celebrity but nodding to well-wishers amiably. A beer awaits him when he gets there. (more…)

*PROLOG: UNFUCKABLE CAROL*

The best thing about graduate school was the abundance of coeds who no longer acted like girls. All were intelligent and mature but still in their early 20’s and very youthful. Many were truly beautiful. I quickly discovered that most were serious students, not party girls, so seducing them was quite a challenge. I dated quite a few but struck out often. After my first year I got laid reasonably often. But I usually just got to feel an occasional tit, so I beat off a lot, too. There were also a few real sluts, but sex with them was risky on several levels. (more…)

Janet and Stephen sat holding each other; both were staring at the mirror. The mirror had been found in an old antique store, and held a secret that had not been discovered for hundreds of years - the secret being Azamond the sorcerer, the creator of the mirror, who had been rescued by activating an old spell he himself had left in the mirror. Janet and Stephen had seen the inscription on the bottom of the mirror, and when they had spoken the words, they had been imprisoned within the mirror its self. It was while there, that they discovered what the mirror was capable of, the sexual fulfillment of anyone, who found them selves imprisoned. (more…)

Maybe it was the sunset.

Maybe it was the impending rain.

She didn”t know what it was, but there was something different. Something electric. The dying light bled down through the trees across the face of a man that she thought she knew. There was something in that filtered light of early evening that made him even more desirable. A way that urged her to act on those fantasies that she had kept hidden in her secret heart.

She could smell the coming rain on the wind as it drifted lazily through the maze of trees and brush, the smell of summer. Maybe spring was known as the time for lovers, but the summer had always done it for her. Hot and moist, at times pungent. Like the light scent of his sweat that teased her nose. (more…)

I left work at 2:00 that Friday. It was just so dead there and I really wasn’t into working seeing how horny I’d been since I first opened my eyes that morning. So I called my friend and arranged to meet him. He lives about an hour from where I work. Feeling as horny as I was, driving an hour to get fucked by a hot, sexy, young stud was worth it to me. Before I left work, I changed from my jeans and long sleeved t-shirt into a short black skirt, zip up sweater, knee high boots and the silky white thong I had cum on the night before and again that morning. I was planning on leaving my panties with him filled with my scent so he could use them to jerk off in when I wasn’t around. When I spoke with him earlier, he suggested I bring my toy down with me, so before I left my house that morning, I had grabbed the rabbit from my bedside table and stuffed it into my purse. (more…)

“(This is a work of fiction. With several historical exceptions, all places, events, and characters in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. For now, allow me to introduce stewardess, excuse me, flight attendant, Shelly. Ahhh, political correctness, don’t you just love it? But this story takes place before that change in terminology.)”

*****

Flight 901 was in line with seven other planes ahead of ours at Kennedy International, waiting for taxi clearance and all on hold. No one yet knew why. I was nervous anyway without this. Nervous, hell, I was an emotional wreck. For one thing, this was my first flight as a newly graduated stewardess. For another thing, a blind date awaited me at the end of the flight for a Christmas party. (more…)