Something for the straight peeps ;). Why am I here? What the hell am I doing? Those questions raced through Shelley’s mind over and over. She came down the boarding ramp from the plane and stepped into the terminal at McCarron International Airport. Nervously, Shelley scanned the crowd that was heading towards baggage claim. He…
In March my divorce was final and my best friend suggested a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate. We made plans and in early April we took our trip. It was my friend, her 24 year old son and myself. Once in Vegas we spent the first couple of days visiting the different casinos and…
Sitting at her kitchen table drinking her coffee as she reads the morning paper, her routine is similar each day. In fact she makes sure to do the same things every morning; she doesn’t like to be rushed. Reading one of the stories on the sports page, she jumps when her phone rings. Taking it…
We made it to Vegas. We drove along I-15 through the heat of the desert and made it to our hotel. We were giggling like kids, but that’s because this wasn’t so much of a vacation as a mission. You see, my lover revealed a fantasy. A fantasy I would like to explore with her….
This was not something that we planned. After all, a boss should never have an affair with a subordinate. But it happened, and I can’t say I regret it. Let me start with the situation. My name is John Eltimon, and I’m the general manager of a small food products distribution company in Los Angeles….
by Salacious © 2002 It was a risk, but she was willing to take it. She had been talking with Kage for months now, chatting, camming, and phoning – the banter was good and the sex was hot. He could make her drip so easily. With carefully selected words he would type and send them…
by floridaguy2001 © I share a motel room with my best friend and he tries to fuck me while I am sleeping. I have known Tom forever, we are best friends and we are both married. Our wives get along fine but it is our friendship that is special. Tom is a lanky guy about…
It’s a late Friday evening in August as I lie back in bed, naked under the covers sipping bourbon on ice while listening to the occasional traffic through the open window in my bedroom. While time has passed since I last wrote, very little has changed between Grace and I except that we’ve grown closer…
