Cute Girls

The cabin is on top of a hill, miles from everything. The sun, which has burned down all day, is gone, and has been replaced by a full moon. A moon, so bright and intense, that it seems to be giving off a heat of it’s own. Moonlight floods into my room through the skylight and open window, where the sheer white curtains flutter, as a tepid breeze flows in. The walls are illuminated to such a degree that I can clearly make out the design created by the grain in the wood paneling which surrounds me. (more…)

*Part 3 The Erotic Apology*

Shayna figured out how she would make it up to her lover for her little “indiscretion”.

She had felt guilty about it for over a week. She was enjoying the time with Brad, she loved each and every minute they spent together. But when Paul Brant, a doctor she admired very much, asked her out to dinner, she went — eagerly.

It was a dinner of fine dining and stimulating conversation. He wasn’t a man of humor and wit, like Brad. His intellect was stimulating. He challenged her and she liked that. So when Paul asked her to his place for a drink, Shayna didn’t want the evening to end. They enjoyed a few glasses of Merlot. When he asked if he could kiss her, Shayna said yes. (more…)

The air was very cool for a late spring night; Val shivered and chided herself for wearing the tight black mini-skirt without even the benefit of pantyhose. She pulled at the long sleeves of her ivory button-down blouse, wishing for a sweater and some socks on her feet instead of just the casual canvas slip-on shoes. But this was only the third time she’d gone out since her depressing break-up, and even though her date was her best friend in the whole world, she had still wanted to look nice.

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We met earlier today at the supermarket. Some say it’s a great pick up location, but I had never given it any thought before today. When you came over to me, I felt like such an idiot because I could barely speak. It was clear that you were undressing me with your eyes, seducing me at that very moment, tasting me with your mouth, even though you weren’t within three feet of me. I couldn’t take my eyes from your mouth as you slowly slid your tongue across your lips. When you leaned in closer to me to ask me out, my knees buckled and you had to grab my arm to stop me from falling. The smell of you filled my senses, the desire so intoxicating my belly twisted and ached and my body surrendered to you without you needing to ask. I couldn’t have said no to you even if I had wanted to. (more…)

“Mrs. Foster, I don’t have the reports that you told me you would have in by noon today, is there a problem?” ask Mr. Richards as he entered my office. Stammering over my mound of documents and trying to look organized, I looked up and into the bluest eyes I had ever seen that were framed by dark brown eye brows. The new boss was very handsome; well to be honest he was down right sexy. His muscles were toned and very obvious under his white button down shirt, even under his undershirt. I found myself just staring at him, a familiar tingling sensation starting deep in my body. Is the A/C not working in here? (more…)

Home for the Holidays.

By Paul C.

Copyright 2002.

For Laurie.

“I hate these fucking long haul flights.” Laurie said, squeezing Frankie’s thigh underneath the meal tray she had in front of her. “I could kill for a cigarette.”

She felt the muscle in Frankie’s thigh twitch at her touch and let her hand rest where it was.

She looked at her friend. Frankie had certainly filled out in the year they had spent rooming together at University in Texas. She was no longer the string bean she had been when they had first met. Her tits were certainly fuller. Her nipples large and inviting. They certainly had been the night before. Laurie smiled at the thought of Frankie’s thighs tight around her head as she had cum. How she had held her in place as she had come down and, using the juices from her pussy as lubricant had pushed her finger into her rectum. A second finger had followed and she had had to lick her clit again to prevent her crying out. (more…)

The girls returned to work after their two and a half hour “lunch break” Seeing John put some joy back in their hearts. They set to work with a will, because John and the three older women had most of the walls torn down with heaps of lathe and plaster on the floor. John was now busy knocking down two by fours while his mother and Phoebe pulled nails. Cynthia was stacking the nail free two by fours in a neat pile. Wendy began shoveling plaster into buckets and the rest of the girls resumed their parade up and down the stairs to throw the refuse in the bin. As the worked progressed, the giggles and laughter returned as the young women cast off the momentary depression they had felt and worked hard to impress John. Time flew as they worked and progress was visible. The lathe and plaster was gone. The girls, sometimes working in pairs, had taken even the old sinks and toilets down the stairs. A neat stack of old two by fours were piled by one wall, a stack of doors leaning against the other. The old lions clawed bathtub in the middle looking far smaller in the massive space. Only the walls and door to John”s room remained, and even those walls showed bare two by fours and plaster squeezed through lathe. They all were now sweeping with industrial cleaning sawdust to keep down the dust and then mopped with industrial detergents to clean the floors. (more…)

How it all began.

It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said “the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars” to which I replied “No… The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasies”

He almost instantly agreed. We both looked at each other and simultaneously said “could we!” So one week later we had developed our idea and produced the literature for FANTASY to REALITY. We bought two digital camcorders and placed our first advert in a swinger’s magazine. Well we were expecting a long slow wait till our company name had become better known. Triple X enterprises was appropriate but we shortened it to T X enterprises for modesty’s sake. (more…)

How it all began.

It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said “the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars” to which I replied “No… The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasies”

He almost instantly agreed. We both looked at each other and simultaneously said “could we!” So one week later we had developed our idea and produced the literature for FANTASY to REALITY. We bought two digital camcorders and placed our first advert in a swinger’s magazine. Well we were expecting a long slow wait till our company name had become better known. Triple X enterprises was appropriate but we shortened it to T X enterprises for modesty’s sake. (more…)

3 months after the initial party that Judith “hosted” for her friends, she and her husband Matt were still very much involved in incest with her sister Ruth, who was also helping Judith satisfy their father. Matt was also regularly fucking Samantha, Mallory, and, of course, his mother-in-law.

However, as much as she liked fucking Matt and didn’t want to stop, Ruth missed her ex-husband. She still wanted him back. There HAD to be a way for her to get her man back and persuade him to not be so jealous. After all, there was no reason that he couldn’t play around as well. It would take some effort, indeed, to convince him. (more…)