The Morning Feeding

It rained all night and the thunderstorms cleared much of the mugginess from the air that has blanketed the region for the past few weeks. The relief is almost palpable and the rain-freshened breeze coming through the windows and billowing the lacey curtains throughout the house is truly welcome. Even Jenny is obviously feeling the impact of the cooler air and is giggling happily in her crib as you lift her in the early morning hours to change and nurse her.

Your full heavy breasts were leaking this morning when we awoke to her cries and I lifted my head to your puffy nipple as you crawled over me and took it gently into my mouth to take some of the pressure from you. Smiling, you straddled my hips and lowered each breast in turn so I could have my morning fill. As my lips sucked and pulled firmly to release that wondrous milk, I reached down with my hand to cup your silky slick mons under the hem of your short nightie. The heat emanated from your pussy and your precum filled my cupped hand! Read the rest of this entry »

The Firestation

“Many thanks to my editor for his time,expertise and gentle instruction. You have been and continue to be most helpful.”

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THE FIRESTATION

Jane was fresh out of firefighting school and she was hot! All the guys in the department wanted to take her under their wing and under their body. She generated pure sex appeal, even in all of her gear. She was the only woman firefighter in a department of 30 men who were scattered among 6 firestations.

Johnny was a veteran firefighter of 7 years. He saw people come and go and definitely did not want to see her go. He was 30, single, and wanted her. He pulled strings and made sure her schedule coincided with his. He sat next to her when they ate, slept in the bunk next to her when they were on the 24 hour shift, and followed her into burning buildings when they worked. He was her protector, her adviser, the man who lusted after her, the man who told the others to stay away from her. Read the rest of this entry »

The Maid

I sat in the office of my house. I leaned back in my leather chair, hearing it squeak slightly as it pivoted and my eyes flicked between the two seventeen inch monitors on my wall length desk. I was a freelance game developer and after having a surprising success with m first attempt, now did it full time. I had made more than enough money of the first game to either retire or hire employees and have an actual company. All I did with the money though, was buy a nice house, build a fancy office in one of the rooms and fill the office with the latest computer technology available. I had been working on the game for a little over a year; still receiving royalty checks from the last one and watching my seven-digit bank account continue to grow. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a button down shirt that had somehow never gotten buttoned or tucked in when I put it on. The house that I had bought overlooked one of the lakes in Western North Carolina and was large enough for a family of four to be quite comfortable. I, however, was just a family of one. Read the rest of this entry »

Oral Dick-Tation

“A quick note to thank all the people kind enough to write feedback on my stories, positive and negative. This is only my 5th submission and with your kind words and constructive criticisms, I hope to learn and grow as a writer. Your feedback inspires me

To write more stories. Feel free to contact me with story ideas or suggestions you may want to read about. Thanks for your input and I hope you enjoy my latest story.”

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Looking out the window of my lavishly furnished, corner office to the busy city streets below, I begin to think about my agenda for the day. Susan, my lovely assistant is preparing my morning coffee. Being a slow starter in the morning I like to give myself about 10-15 minutes to drink my mandatory coffee before diving into another hectic work day. The gentle tapping at the door does not interfere with my ritualistic, morning meditation as Susan quietly enters my office and places my coffee before me on my desk. Read the rest of this entry »

Paying Him Back

Fucking a friend’s mistress, and more………..

Paul has always annoyed me. I do not know why I count him among my friends. May be it is because he attracts beautiful, vulnerable women.

He remains a successful consultant physician, but he cannot keep his hand off his female patients. He had been through four wives when he met Val. One after another they left him. I knew them all, and I have remained friends with most of them, even after Paul had been ejected from their lives. Every time they left, for the same reason. They realised that he was carrying on with one patient after another. Read the rest of this entry »

Only Whisper

Okay, I admit it. I”ve always been curious about chat rooms on the internet. That”s why I perked up, big time, when it was the topic of conversation at lunch the other day. My friends were talking about their favourite sex chat site on the Literotica website and how they were living out their fantasies. Now you must understand, I”m a happily married woman and have never had a serious want or need, especially in the bedroom department. But fantasies I do have, thoughts I don”t dare whisper to my pillow. Read the rest of this entry »

Hotel Encounters Ch. 03

For the past two years I”ve been running a hotel bar called CC”s. Lately it”s become the place to be, and despite the added headaches, I think it”s great.

Halloween was a big night for us. The party was packed before ten, early for any club to be busy. Everyone was drinking, dancing and checking out the costumes. It was a real madhouse.

Around midnight a woman came in alone, not really wearing a costume but showing lots of flesh in her skimpy black lace dress. A big, feathered mask covered most of her face, but her eyes were wide and a dark green. Nothing about her seemed familiar and she looked just a little overwhelmed. I assumed it was her first time in our rowdy little bar. She was one hot little damsel in distress. Read the rest of this entry »

Sydney’s Adventures Ch. 2

I’d had a great first semester at school. My grades were pretty decent, I’d made a wonderful new friend in Cindy and I was having a great time in the tri-delta sorority house. Still, by the time Christmas break rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted and when I got home I wasn’t up for much of anything. My sister, who is a spitting image of me, only about two years younger, was especially upset that we didn’t get to go out. In high school we would go out clubbing together and had a great time dancing with each other and picking up cute boys. Read the rest of this entry »

Teacher’s Pet Ch. 05

Grace could never bring herself to pity anyone, but her heart hurt for Ben. She knew he was miserable, but she couldn’t do anything about it. The only thing she could do was offer up her friendship and support, and the best sex of his life. She hoped that was good enough for him.

She tried to listen to his lecture, the continuing creative-writing projects the class was working on. She did her best to focus. But she couldn’t. She was torn, halfway daydreaming about him and what she would like to do to him after class, and halfway wishing there was some way she could help Ben deal with the situation she had put him in. Not that he wasn’t miserable before she hooked up with him, but she was sure her new presence in his life only made it more complicated. He always seemed happy with her, though, so maybe that was a good sign. Right? Read the rest of this entry »

Resonance Unleased

“If you have not read ‘Resonance’ please do not read this and vote it down. Read the other first and then come back. They’re good stories when read in order. Enjoy!”

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It was finals week. Everyone on campus was in their respective places cramming for exams that would determine where they ranked scholastically. Scholarships were won and lost during this universally stressful time on campus.

I’m not boasting but I love this last two weeks of a semester. It’s quiet. While everyone is shacked up in their dorm rooms or Greek houses I have the freedom to stroll about campus without being accosted by the bottom fifty percent of my classmates. The underachievers if you will. Read the rest of this entry »