The Business Trip

My boss smiles at me as we walk through Downtown New York. We flew in yesterday and still have today and tomorrow to ourselves before the meetings start Monday. I have a Lunch-Date tomorrow, but today I just want to relax and shop a little.

We walk out of a Bookstore as something across the street catches my eye. I take a step forward and bump into somebody. My Books fall out of my arm. I apologize without looking up and go down to pick up my Books.

“Let me help you please. It was my fault too,” a nice low voice says and a nice smell enters my nose as the man I bumped into comes down beside me. I look up and stare into your eyes. I am so surprised at seeing you that I nearly fall back. Just at this moment you recognize me too. It”s unbelievable. In a town like NY we meet up by chance. You stand up and reach out to pull me up. I take your hand, my mind totally boggled. My boss asks me if everything is ok and I just nod. You come closer and hand me my books. Read the rest of this entry »

The Cabin

It was one of those things that ‘just happens’. There is no way to plan for it, and- after you reach a certain point- there is no way you can avoid it. It just happens, for whatever reason. And it happens a lot more frequently than some of the more prudish elements in society would care to imagine- which, when you think about it carefully, is really wonderful. At least for those involved, and they are the only ones that matter, right? Of course I’m right. You wouldn’t be reading this if I wasn’t, would you now? Read the rest of this entry »

Remember Mardi Gras

I was wearing ten strands of beads, and the night was just beginning. My date had left to find a restroom and I hadn”t seen him since. Then again, who needs a date at Mardi Gras?

My dress was tight and soaked from sweat and spilled drinks. I smelled like Rum & Coke. I had worn a tube dress because it yanks down so quickly and easily, and I was determined to win my share of beads. It was also short, in case I gathered the courage to try earning a few more strands of Mardi-Gras beads. But so far I hadn”t dared - that was like inviting rape. And every man in a three foot radius grabbed for your pussy the second you lifted your skirt. Read the rest of this entry »

Profit Margin

I keep a small office on the South side. I invest in businesses and watch those I help closely, one Hardware wholesaler in particular. He had run out of traditional finance when he came to me. I helped, then, putting things in place I watched. Sure enough he was playing the same game with me as he had with the banks. Shutting him down was an option but I decided on a different path. Re-organizing my business with him to minimize the possible loses I went looking for my margin of profit. The only valuable asset he had that wasn’t mortgaged was his young wife. I decided to take out a mortgage on her. Using digital photography, computer enhancements and luck a week later I had the photos I wanted. Read the rest of this entry »

Oral Pleasure

Clare said she would be home that evening thinking Mac was going to ring for phone sex. Their liaison had started with emails and quickly progressed to texts building up to phone calls, teasing each other with sensual, erotic fantasy. This they had been doing for some weeks now and Clare found this very arousing.

Mac had sent a text that morning and Clare was looking forward to hearing him cum again which made her juices flow and her pussy ache. If she didn’t cum over the phone it usually took only a few seconds after they had hung up! Read the rest of this entry »

Online Lovers Meet for One Night

Driving up the motorway to meet her I’m bristling with anticipation. It’s been five years since we first spoke over the Internet over which time our conversations have turned from gentle flirting to innuendo and now to outright red hot explicit text sex, punctuating our working days with incredible, wonderful filthiness.

Ever since the eventual mutual agreement to meet up after all this time came about it’s not been far from my mind. There’s absolutely no pretence about what today is all about - we want each other - badly. Read the rest of this entry »

Karen: Hot Nurse In Austin

“This is a true story that happened to me in Austin, Texas. I had just ended a long-term relationship with a hot, petite lil blonde, due to her mental instability. Quite frankly she was starting to scare me, but that’s another story…”

It all started when I was trying to find a date for the upcoming weekend. This was about 1997 and I was surfing YAHOO and noticed they had a personal ad section that was still free back then. I thought what the heck, let me give this a shot and see what happens. I made my add up, that today sounds so much like everyone else’s, and submitted it. Read the rest of this entry »

Kathy Gets Some Cock Ch. 1

My name is Kathy. My friends call me Kid. That’s because I’m shorter than average (5′0″) and I have been told I have a cute little kid face. But I’ve also been told I have a great body and that I’m a wonderful fuck. I’m 21 years old and I’m a lesbian. Or at least I thought I was. Let me explain….

Four months ago I moved in with a male friend of mine named Rob. Rob made a pretty good living and was a really nice guy who’d do anything to help a friend out. I really needed a place to stay because I am too lazy to get a job and my parents were getting tired of me bringing my “bitches” home to fuck. So Rob let me move in with him, I mean, what would it hurt? We both knew that I was a lesbian and Rob wasn’t the kind of guy who would “try anything.” So I moved in and for several months everything went great. I stayed at home and did my thing and Rob went to work and paid all the bills. It was a sweet deal for me because I didn’t have to lift a finger cooking or cleaning or anything. Rob did it all. Read the rest of this entry »

Jessica & Champ

There he stood. His strong jaw-line lightly stubbled.

The clothing set-off his natural ruggedness. Leather so creamy and soft, camel-color oiled and with that worn look associated with hard work; not the affectation so many men work to create.

His hands, callused from years of working the Erie Canal waterways, have that thick sausage texture adding to his strong appearance.

Shipping work flowed through his veins. His father and his male grandparents and brothers worked for many years for that same company until last year. That was when the ore tanker Griselda Mae sank, killing his two brothers and his father. Read the rest of this entry »

Transformation

There was a knock at the door.

Tim Atwater tossed the final dish into the machine and went over to peer through the peephole. The face on the other side was that of Wanda Greene, one of the four dykes that lived across the hall. The four he had partied with last weekend when he had found their door invitingly open, the music pouring out into the hall.

He opened the door to see want she wanted.

As she stood there before him, his eyes were drawn to the roundness of her breasts, the fullness of bosom that only certain overweight lesbians seemed able to achieve. Read the rest of this entry »