Posted: October 28th, 2008 | Author: Leroy | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
He often watched Jessica from his study window. She frequently worked in her garden on summer afternoons while he sat and typed away at his keyboard, stopping to look over and watch her. He knew she couldn’t see him behind his blinds and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful and peaceful form in the garden behind his house.
Today was the first day this year Mike had seen her, the long Midwest winter was over now and she was wandering around her garden again, picking at some leaves on her bushes and shrubs, apparently assessing her workload for spring. Jessica was a lovely creature who carried herself in a noble manner, upright and proud as she walked; her shoulder-length brown hair bouncing around in the breeze as she enjoyed the sunshine. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: October 28th, 2008 | Author: Lonnie | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
Chapter 1
*Katherine*
Knowing my interest in the subject a friend had told me about an exhibition I should see, a group of six photographic artists were showing their work at a small, private gallery. It was mid evening by the time I got there and by then there were very few people left in the place so I was able to view the items without the usual noisy gaggle that often attends such exhibitions. Each artist’s work had been grouped and as I found most of it relatively unexciting I had been strolling through the displays, but when I turned a corner and saw the hands I stopped dead in my tracks. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: October 27th, 2008 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
We will make her ours angel
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I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up.
“Hello you,” I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the tone in your voice change and that smile break before you replied.
“Well hello there angel, all ok?”
“Sure is, but Tash is running late, going to be a late dinner, would you mind dropping by to pick me up in say an hour,?” watching my lips move as I said the words in the mirror, smiling to see if I could see the wet on my lips that you said you could always here. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: October 26th, 2008 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
*Chapter 1
A Chance Meeting*
It never occurred to me that the tourist boom would have an effect on my sex-life.
I was feeling great! In fact I was feeling terrific! It was mid-afternoon on a sunny, summer Friday and in my brief-case and lap-top I had a virtually completed contract, and more importantly, the two critical signatures on a memorandum of understanding.
And what made it even better was that the few points I’d had to allow myself to be negotiated down over were so minor that my company’s nett from the deal would be considerably higher than the bottom line my boss had given me as our final position. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: October 26th, 2008 | Author: Kurt | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story | No Comments »
“Kiss her!” Dave urged softly, enthusiastically. “Oh fuck, yeah! Kiss her, Baby!”
Obeying Dave’s lusty exhortation, I mashed my lipstick covered lips to Amy’s, and slid my spearing tongue deep inside the petite blonde’s sweet, hot mouth.
“Damn!” I heard Rick exclaim loudly. “That’s so fucking hot. It’s almost like seeing sisters making out or something.”
Dave and Rick were gaping with hot arousal as Amy and I passionately kissed each other. They weren’t the only ones watching. Jasper’s, a popular after-work gathering place in suburban Maryland, was packed with the usual rowdy late-afternoon/early-evening Friday crowd. Amy and I had come to Jasper’s right after our shift ended at Malcolm Grow hospital to drink a few beers and bitch about all of the dumb Air Force rules and regulations we had to put up with at the base hospital. Of course, we both loved our jobs and the Air Force, but if you aren’t complaining about something you might as well be dead. Read the rest of this entry »
