Kate looked at the small brown package left by the UPS truck. The package itself was utterly unremarkable in every way except that it was curiously heavy for such a small box. The sender’s name was printed on the shipping slip, but this gave no clue as to what might be inside. The name ‘W…
Minidevilette© 2012 It was supposed to be one of ‘our’ days. Plans had been made, a rendezvous arranged, the countdown of hours dragging by until the appointed time. As I was dressing to be undressed he had called. Something had come up, an important last minute thing with colleagues. A business lunch. Cases hung in…
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It’s proverbial, just plain common sense,Practically the Eleventh Commandment,If not from God then the Holy Cosmo Catechism, that This being the fourth date, Celie’s getting lucky;Or, luck having nothing to do with it,Celie’s putting out. Like it or not. Sigh.Maybe not so much– Peppermint choco-chip. Shall I indulge?Hell, why not. Save on trips to confession.It’s…
I caught my glance in the glass againTonight– just stole a peek the other hour.A minute ago, alright? You knowHow I can’t keep my eyes off the one I love? That hardness about the eyes,When did that steal in? Like a robotJust a bit. I’ve taken too manyOrders– partners– rejections– lovers. Slut-eye. Inflames the pores…
Lena is drop dead gorgeous; long legs, fashionably thin, green eyes and long curls of flaming red hair. She is bubbly, witty and inconveniently married. Lena’s husband, who I call ‘Bod’, is away on business most of the time. A civil engineer by profession, he works for the World Bank on development projects that take…
DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing crowd. He was confuzzled, sure that he’d misheard her. This was his night, his show,…
Starlight and candlelight gave warmth to the night as nobles and royalty danced intricately choreographed dances to the soft sighs of strings and the rolling trills of woodwinds. In the flickering light, priceless jewels shone darkly against powdered white skin. Brightly colored dresses that billow from tightly laced waists swirl gracefully as those who wear…
To: TouchOfGray From: A.M. Subject: Lushstories Feedback Dear Touch, I’m sure you thought there was only a slight chance that you would hear from me again someday. “Slight” is sometimes enough. I have to believe, however, that you never expected to hear from me via this venue, an erotic story Web site, nor that I…
Mrs. Crane’s Fountain of Youth By Don Abdul ©2011 Part Five : Eden in the Garden Shirley had awoken early the following morning blushing; she was almost in shock as she recalled how naughty she had been the previous night. She and Jamal had gone clubbing, and it had turned out to be even more…
The Storm Monica was half-dressed when she walked into the bedroom. She had on some light blue lacy panties, thigh-high gray stockings, and a very sexy bra in which you could see right through to her dark red nipples and areola. I went up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then dropped…
Mrs. Crane’s Fountain of Youth Part Four: Horny Naked Chef Shirley had planned to put in some work in her garden at the weekend, and she had stopped over at the mall to pick up a few things for the job. As she drove back to her place her cell phone rang. From the assigned…
Mrs. Crane’s Fountain of Youth 3 By Don Abdul (c)2011 Part Three: Exploring Deeper and further Jamal swung by the following morning right after his morning run and he took her hard and rough right over the kitchen table as she attempted to make breakfast. He was such crazy fun and great fuck too. She…
Kimberly rapidly adapted to her new routine. It required meticulous planning and execution but the effort was justified by the rewards. She knew must have change. What that change could or should be was the problem. The score sheet painted a dismal picture of their marriage. The simplest analysis was financial. She supported Frank and…
Lusty Adventures of a Trophy Wife – 9 Don Abdul ©2010 It was raining when they arrived Mumbai, but their limo driver was there to greet them with an umbrella that kept them dry as they climbed into their transport to their home for the next seven days. A very comfortable home it was too,…
Lusty Adventures of a Horny Trophy Wife – 8 Don Abdul ©2010 Lynda’s had drifted off into a blissful post coital sleep right on her suites living room couch, and Abdul’s soft knocks on the door had taken a few moments to get through to her subconscious. As she suddenly remembered the pleasure that he…