The Call
Rapid knocking rang throughout the small house, followed by a young woman’s voice. “Tara! Tara, I’m here, honey. Let me in.” Kylie stood outside the front door in her day-to-day attire of t-shirt and jeans and waited a couple of moments, hoping her best friend would let her in. She knew that Tara wasn’t feeling her best right now and she was determined to lift her spirits as best she could, but her normally brightly-lit face showed faint signs of
She lay there, trembling.
The vibe, small and purple, single battery operated had seemed harmless enough when he’d pulled it out of the drawer. He was expecting company, though didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t thinking about her and caring for her needs.
His words, full of wicked promise and sweet torment rolled through her brain. “On your back, sweet wench, and spread your thighs wide, hands above your head and crossed at the wrists,” he’d said. The glint in his ocean colored eyes had
The full moon sent beams of light down through the trees to light my way. Here high in the mountains at night the air gets real cool and is a refreshing after the heat of the city. My weekends are my only keep from going fucking nuts. However this weekend I have added a slight change to my routine. I asked my aging secretary to join me. I say aging because she is older than me by twenty years.
Is she old in years I truly don’t think so? I am thirty six while Trudy is fifty four or so.
Hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jodi, and in most ways I think I’m a fairly average Australian college girl. For instance, I’m always broke, I don’t study as hard as I should, and I love to party. In other ways though, I’m probably not average. I think I have above average looks – I’m blonde, 5’8″, slender, but with fairly large breasts (C cup), nice legs, and a tight ass that I’m quite proud of. (I probably sound really conceited
I’d never felt so excited about a balloon flight before. I’ve been around hot air balloons for several years but only had my balloon pilots license for just over two months. This would be the first time I had flown without my trusty crew. I don’t know what I was more excited about, the flying without any experienced crew, or the fucking of the new crew.
I’ve always loved to fly and got my private pilot’s license almost 20 years ago. One of the people who had
About a month after my first encounter with a man I decided to try my luck again. This was way back in 1966 when the gay movement was unheard of and in fact I never knew another guy in my entire school time that admitted to being with a man. Being called a cock sucker was about the worst thing you could be called. In spite of this when I had become aware of the notes written on the stalls and walls of the local city hall bathroom offering or wanting blowjobs it had intrigued me and turned me
Olivia took a deep breath, shook herself a little to try to calm the nervous trembling that quivered inside her, and pressed the door bell. She waited only a minute, even less, and the door opened.
“Oh hi Olivia,” the man at the door said. It was her next door neighbour in the small, quiet street. A bit of a mystery man, though well-liked by everyone, forty-ish, single, rarely said much at all about his private life, and all the neighbours respected that.
No-one was even sure just
Mom and I hadn’t been up to visit Aunt Sandy, Uncle Bob and Cindy in three years, but I hardly had to wonder what Cindy would look like: our mothers were identical twins, and Cindy looked just like me: tall, slim, redheaded, and small-chested.
Well, not exactly: seeing her with her hair cut short was a surprise. So that’s how I’d look with short hair, I thought.
There were hugs all around. These were really the only family Mom and I had. Dad was a soldier and had died before I
I recall the exact moment when I realised that my friend John’s girlfriend, who’s name is Emma, had fantastic, sexy little feet. We were out shopping; we being myself, Jim Hodges and a few others. Those being John, Emma and my girlfriend at the time, Joanna. Joanna and I finished that very night to be honest, but she’s not really an integral part of the story anyway.
But back to the moment in question. We were in a shoe shop as Emma had decided suddenly that she didn’t
Last night after we made love and you left me, I replayed our conversation in my head. We’ve known each other for a long time, so I admit that it surprised me to hear you say that sometimes you have a hard time telling me your desires. It seems like you’re embarrassed, or ashamed. I don’t ever want you to feel that way. You can trust me, you know.
But I get it…I trust you unconditionally, but sometimes I’m unsure how to tell you what I want, too. In fact, there is