This is a follow-up story to “Sarah’s Friend.” Please see my profile page if you would like to read the stories in sequence. — Ever since Sarah had brought her friend Nadia to stay at my place for the weekend, she’d been finding new ways to keep herself entertained during her bi-weekly visits. As a…
Tony was what one could consider a successful man in many ways. At thirty-two years old, he had a well-paid stable job, and had recently been able to purchase a posh flat in London. Part of his success was due to the fact that he was well-spoken, and part was because he knew his business…
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,…
ONE Grey light filtered through the barred window, creating faint lines in the dusty air above her head. The little clouds made by her less than steady breathing eddied around her mouth as she sat on the cold stone floor. She gazed out through the iron lattice, to the courtyard which formed the nucleus of…
Warning: This is a long story with a slow build-up. 1980 was a long time ago. A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, seventeen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that…
My daughter Sarah had invited her best friend to stay with me at my place in Paris for the weekend. Ever since I had divorced over ten years ago, Sarah had been travelling back and forth at regular intervals to and from Bonn in order to satisfy the terms the separation agreement. During all those…
Part One I’d slid away from my computer desk an hour earlier, reheated some frozen leftovers and hastily eaten dinner and then I had taken a quick shower to wash the days’ dust out of my hair and eyes. Crawling under the false flooring of a twenty-year-old data center, pulling out nearly one-half-mile of ancient…
Staring into her deep cobalt orbs, I mentioned, “What I sense is that you’re not wearing jeans, and we need to beat feet – to Josh’s apartment complex.” With another rough squeeze of her hand upon my cock, Sandra chastised, “That was fast, did you fly over here or what, you’re forty minutes early!” “I…
Virginal Mary-Jane has just finished High-School and is out celebrating. Joe is a 38-year-old teacher, recently divorced, who picks her out at a night-club as the girl with whom he would like to have a celebration of his own. Having lured her back to his home he overwhelms her with a lustful embrace, makes her…
‘There you are, class of ’79.’ Mary-Jane’s hand quaked just a little, as she took the yearbook from the school secretary. ‘Is there anywhere I can…?’ Her eyes cast about for some private space. ‘Oh yes, the visitors’ room is two doors down on the right. I think it’s empty right now.’ Seated alone, Mary-Jane…
‘Enjoying the view?’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘You like what you see over there?’ ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I turned on my sofa-bed and smiled sheepishly at Lucy. Best to own up when you know you’ve been caught out. Plus there’s a special dispensation for letting your eyes stray when you’re on holiday. I read that…
The weather was screaming hot, and it was still early in the morning. I had just started my regular jog routine around 7:30, down at the park and afer 5 minutes my crisp white tee was already getting wet. leaving a trace between my cleavage and really showing of the shape of my breasts. I…
I don’t cheat, okay? Let me say it again. I. Do. Not. Cheat. The same way I don’t drink-drive or wear yesterday’s underpants. It’s a built-in rule and one that with a little forward thinking is never broken. I’m engaged now to Amanda and our relationship couldn’t be stronger. It’s built on honesty and it’s…
I can only taste you in my mind my lips remain unsatisfied. Coveting the feelings you so freely give to me I yearn for more frequency. They are so strong they stay with me for days before fleeting and creating the need for more, always more. Longing for my pet is a constant quest, a…
Lisa, Lisa how the fires In my body burn! In the city, after hours, Every time I turn, There I see you, looking sassy In the evening light, Sipping cocktails by the water In your skirt so slight, Black and silky, sequined, shiny, Finer than a dream! Take another sip now baby, Generate some steam!…