Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I enter the hotel lounge. Glancing about the room, checking the tables first then the stools fronting the bar. Almost missing him but then a second look spots him.
He’s speaking with the bartender. A gesture and its clear that they’re discussing the game on the TV. Both laughing as another beer is placed before him.
I walk to the bar, being careful not to rush or to keep looking at him. Taking an open seat two stools down from him, the others conveniently empty. I don’t look but I feel his eyes on me. Read more…
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“Author’s note: This IS an edited version of my previous story. Though there a just a few minor changes (other than the removal of a paragraph that was added in a hurry, and is no longer needed since I’ve decided to make it an ongoing story), I feel they have greatly improved the story overall, and are instrumental in tying together Chapters 1 and 2.”
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“Veronica… Veronica, can you come in here please?” I heard over the intercom on my desk as I was leaving the office one Friday afternoon. I was being paged to the office of my boss, Mrs. Jameson. Alicia Jameson was in her early thirties, though most wouldn’t suspect it. She was about 5′9″ with flowing wavy auburn hair and the dark green eyes that complement that hair color perfectly. She had a light tan, just enough to avoid being called “pale”, and a sprinkling of freckles on her arms. She was married to an airline pilot, Mr. Jameson. Read more…
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I hear him gasp as I push him back onto the big king-size bed.
He watches me from under lowered lashes as I straddle his naked body. His hair is a tousled, dusky blond, sexy mess. His eyes, although half closed at present, are blue, the kind of eyes you can look into for hours. His lips are red, full, and soft. His skin is tanned and smooth.
His chest is muscled and well defined, his legs are long and powerful, all 6ft 3inches of tanned male body is lying beneath me, wanting me, waiting for me to make my next move. Read more…
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I’d walked down this street and seen the sign for the Turkish Bathhouse before and often wondered what it would be like, I knew that no females were allowed in and assumed it to be full of fat sweaty loud old local men. Today my wife was out shopping with a girlfriend from another town and was making a night of it so I had plenty of time to kill and thought I’d give it a go.
When I walked through the entrance I was pleasantly surprised at the peace and quiet, just some quiet local music coming from a small radio, all the hustle and bustle of the city just disappeared and I began to see the appeal of the place – I’d always enjoyed saunas and steam rooms in hotel spas and I’d seen on the way in that a massage cost next to nothing. I gave the guy on the desk my money and in return I got a towel, what looked like a small sheet about the size of a pillow case and a locker key. Read more…
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The day began like any other, hot and uneventful. Steve was away for another month-long business trip to Saudi Arabia. Aramco must have thought they were doing all the wives and girlfriends a favor by taking our men away from us for extended periods of time. But all it did for me was give me time to get better acquainted with my vibrator and the few porno videos we had. Not that I wasn’t already more than familiar with either. My ten year marriage to Steve had left me with two wonderful children and a very intense longing for something more. Read more…
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You hear me come in the door and call out letting me know that you’re in the bedroom. Sitting up in bed, you wait for me to come to you. It’s late on a Saturday night and I was having a ‘Girl’s Night Out’ with some friends from work. Walking into the bedroom, I smile and stroll over to kiss you. Though I have a slight taste of liquor on my breath, I’m not drunk.
“Did you have fun?” you question.
I nod. “I’m surprised you’re awake,” I whisper against your lips as I sit on the side of the bed. Read more…
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The thunder shaking the house woke me early Tuesday morning. I found myself lying next to Steven in bed, his strong arms holding me close. I could barely see my clothing neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room. I didn”t remember getting undressed or going to bed. The last thing I remembered was resting my head in Steven”s lap on the couch. I clutched Steven”s hand to my breasts, drifting back to sleep.
It was mid-morning when I awoke the second time. Steven was gone, leaving me alone in the queen-size bed. I could hear voices coming from the other end of the house. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tried to get my bearings. I had a splitting headache. Making my way to the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror. My hair and make-up were a mess. It took me awhile to get myself fixed up and dressed. Drifting down the hallway, the voices became more familiar. Read more…
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To this day I can not believe what happened to me. I have never told a soul and I never even went back to where I had worked, not even to get my stuff. In fact, it took me about a week to clean myself so that I could leave my apartment.
My name is Sara. I”m a mix between Vietnamese/Cambodian and French. My mother, who was french, worked with a group of international peacekeepers and succumbed to what is called “disaster sex” after a flood disaster had killed about 3,500 people. I never met my father. My mother found out she was pregnant when she had returned home. She decided to keep me, but after two years put me up for adoption. I don”t know why. That is how I ended up in the United States with a wonderful family who raised me, took me to church, gave me a private education, paid my way through college and loved me as a daughter. I have no memory of my mother at all, only what I was told. Read more…
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Up until we stepped into the shower I felt like I had been in control of tonight’s fantasy. Mary kissed me immediately and my cock was on the rise again. I don’t remember ever being as horny as I was at that moment. I guess knowing that our special night wasn’t nearly over had completely recharged my battery. Mary soaped up my back and whispered in my ear if I enjoyed licking their cum from her body. I answered truthfully that I did. She asked me if I had ever imagined a cock could look as good as Antonio’s and I said it was indeed pretty amazing. She asked me if I would lick her clit while she was getting fucked later and as she spoke she touched my cock which had regained its full hardness by then. Read more…
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She drew in a sharp breath as her hot skin came in contact with the cool silk sheets. The contrast served only to heighten her arousal. The sheets were so slick on her skin that the initial contact brought to mind the image of him sliding smoothly inside her. Through hazy, passion filled eyes, she watched her lover finish what she had started as he removed his half-opened slacks. Now in just his gray silk boxers, she could see the effect that gazing at her scantily clad form had on him.
Chuckling to herself, a wicked smile suddenly played over her lips. As he walked over towards the bed she put up a hand to stop him from coming any closer. He stopped mid-stride and looked at her quizzically. She simply shook her head and put a finger to her lips, shushing him. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was up too, but soon his mind wandered as he gazed at her lying on the bed. The burgundy sheets only made her exotic beauty more obvious. Her ebony hair flowed around her like a silken halo and made her skin look all the creamier. The scene in front of him was reminiscent of a painting, and the burgundy background served as the sensuous canvas. Unable to help himself he reached over to touch her. Read more…
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