Working Away Ch. 03

Karen had left about an hour earlier, and after showering to remove the smell of sex I slumped down to watch TV in Julie’s lounge – still dressed in only my jeans. I dozed in the warmth of the room, mesmerised by the monotone of the TV, and catching up on the rest I hadn’t got the previous night. I was woken from my daze when I heard keys jangling at the door again.

“Hi lover, I’m home!”

Julie dropped her bags noisily in the hall-way and then popped her head around the door of the lounge, “Like some lunch?” Read the rest of this entry »

The Horse Keeper Ch. 03

It was another restless night for me. She had been on my mind and I had to change my sheets yet again when I awoke. The plan was to take her dancing and dining today, and then I’d probably fuck her afterwards.

The day had been very busy, the ranch abuzz with energy. My parents were due home in 48 hours, so any slacking off that had taken place was being covered. I myself was scheduled to give eight horse-riding lessons, so my ass was sore by noon and I was only halfway.

Around 2 pm she called my cell phone to confirm our evening’s plans and to make sure I hadn’t been flooded with work. I told her I wasn’t, but I was. What I also refrained from telling her was the depth of my plans for the evening. I was going to take her to a dance hall and have a candle light dinner set up for us when we got there. After a fine meal of barbeque steaks, we’d dance the night away, and then I’d bring her home to my kingdom and have lover’s sex, which is different compared to the pounding we had done the previous two days. Read the rest of this entry »

The Joining: The Waiting

The Waiting

I had a few hours to kill. Smiling to myself, I mentally run over everything I need to do before I would know anything. My fate decided with the ring of the phone or the turn of the key. I could already feel the slight dampness between my thighs as my mind wandered over him.

The man! He was amazing. I already knew what his typed words could do to me. We had spent months on line typing back and forth. Sporadic friendly notes turning into personal and loving letters. He reached me over hundreds of miles with his words. Touching my heart, touching my soul, and filling me with passion while yearning for the completion I had never quite grasped. I could hear his voice in my mind just like I had heard him over the phone millions of times. I knew this time would be different. Read the rest of this entry »

Jack’s Nevada Bordello Afternoon

Jack had never ‘paid for it’ in his life, but in all likelihood, that would change today, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He drove through the Nevada desert northwest of Las Vegas, and a number of issues warred against each other in his mind.

This was an alien landscape for a Yankee. It was a Tuesday afternoon in August, and it was hotter than the hinges of Hell. There was nobody else on the road. The sky was a shade of blue, the depth and clarity of which he had never seen before, certainly not in the Northeast. The bare, tan-colored earth was like the surface of the moon, with its deep empty lake beds surrounded by spiky mountain ranges. Read the rest of this entry »

Horsing Around

I was leading our newest mare out of the main barn and over to the stud barn, when the boss’s daughter, fell into step with me. “Where’re you heading Jack?” She asked with a bored expression on her face. She had been here about two weeks now and according to her, there was absolutely nothing to do. Her mother had sent her to visit her dad for the first time in nearly ten years and she wasn’t happy about it. She had bitched several times about being exiled and shipped off to the middle of nowhere. For some reason, she seemed to think I cared and hung around, getting in my way mostly and asking stupid questions. Read the rest of this entry »

Friends Ch. 03

Steve reached behind and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand, letting Amy take a quick drink before finishing the rest of it. He didn’t like letting go of her, but he knew the night was far from over.

He quickly followed Amy under the covers, suddenly remembering the cold. She moved over just enough to let him in the bed before they both cuddled together closely. They didn’t talk for a long time, both just staring at each other and grinning uncontrollably. Hands moved over bodies, but it was more admiring than arousing. Read the rest of this entry »

Honey In A Jar

“This story is an ‘unofficial tie in’ to another one of my works. You might even recognize the movie and the song that appears in the other story. My critics seem to enjoy picking me apart for my rather old fashioned views on love, sex, and d/s. That’s ok by me. I can write faster than they can. Thanks for reading. ”

The night before was still floating lazily in my daydreams. We had been intimate for the first time, touched each other as lovers and discovered the hidden joys of one another. We were in her apartment in town. We sat and watched Nine And A Half Weeks after a take out dinner. Each moment that passed I was less attentive to the movie and more absorbed by her. Her hair was warm and soft against my shoulder. My arm was around her. I could feel her body move lightly with its own internal grace. She was wearing a black floral print silk blouse and a long black skirt of some light, cool material. Touching it reminded me of touching a patch of cool damp moss. As the movie drew near an end we found ourselves kissing, slowly exploring one another. Her hands always fascinated me. She had such slender, talented fingers. Something about being near her made me always want to hold her hands in mine. Like clutching a talisman. She was so achingly beautiful. That first night we made love and reveled in one another’s presence. She’s gone now, and I look back on our memories together with a mixed sense of loss and awe. The next evening she was to have dinner with me at my place. It was an evening that I will never forget or let pass into obscurity. Read the rest of this entry »

The Triad

Rene and I were sitting at a sidewalk table in a small town near our home in Southwest Ohio drinking a flavored water when she approached us and introduced herself. She was typical of this town, a place inhabited mostly by aging hippies of the artistic type. We come here often to browse its many art and cultural shops and just for fun to count how many people were wearing Birkenstocks. She introduced herself as Kabbie, a nickname given by a college professor that just stuck. She explained that she was a sculptor who worked with clay, came to this town to visit two years ago and never left. We decided we liked Kabbie and invited her to join us at our table. She was younger than the local population, perhaps 30 something and wore a flowered blouse with faded jeans, and yes, Birkenstocks. Read the rest of this entry »

Threesome In Prague Ch. 02

“Continuing from part I. After taking the first step towards their first threesome, both Grant and Josh were wondering where their journey was going to take them. You should definitely read part I prior to reading this story. All three had just been out to eat and were now returning to Josh’s flat in central Prague.”

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As soon as we were back, Petra disappeared into the bedroom. Josh and I sat down on the sofa and relaxed. Minutes later, Petra came into the room dressed only in her pale blue silk bra and tanga and carrying the video camera on one hand. Her nipples were stiff and left arousing little bumps in the pale blue silk of her bra. Her panties were pulled up snugly and highlighted rather than hid her pubic mound which - to my mind at least - had obviously been shaven. The shiny blue silk reflected every mound and fold of her hidden pussy. Read the rest of this entry »

Traveling New Bi-Ways… Ch. 07

*Traveling New Bi-Ways With Friends Ch. 07*

Ken put his arm around me as D continued to lick and kiss our cocks. He turned my face towards his then he kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. D looked up from her cocksucking, “I”m sure glad you two guys like each other.” Ken broke our kiss and laughed, “Yeah, this would look pretty strange otherwise.”

I looked around. Anne had moved off the massage table. She was lying on the exercise mats. We watched as she pumped an empty long necked beer bottle in and out of her pussy. She rolled onto her side and raised a leg as she pressed another bottleneck against her butt hole. Read the rest of this entry »