I was walking down Gamut Street in London, carefully avoiding the chewing gum and vomit on the pavement. It had rained last night - the flagstones shone darkly, and were ever so slightly treacherous. As such, my eyes were mostly on the ground, only occasionally stealing glances at the posters advertising last year’s rock/pop concerts, at the drunks reeling by, at the people walking past me. And, of course, at the girls walking past me.
It’s an exquisite little thrill, walking down the street with all your muscles feeling loose and ready, yourself feeling confident and handsome. You start with the face, taking in the eyes and nose and, naturally, the mouth, some processing segment of your brain resolving all those dimensions and co-ordinates instantaneously to tell you if this one is “pretty” or “not”. Then the rove, slow or fast depending on the situation, judging the quality of the breasts, the legs, the stomach. Now back up, for your eyes to meet as you pass, a flickering glance that both of you delay so that the other looks first. When you’re behind, never to meet again, maybe you glance backwards to check out her ass. Maybe you catch her doing the same. Read more…
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The following morning, a text message was waiting for me on my mobile, it was from Tracy, wanting to know if she could come over with a present for me, I rang her back, and told her she was welcome anytime, she said it would take her about 30 minutes to get here, I waited with bated breath to find out what this present was
The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and in walked Tracy, followed by her sister Sharon
“So what can I do for you guys,” I asked
“I’ve brought you a present”
“Oh yes, what is it” Read more…
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A few weeks after losing my virginity to a certain rock star who shall remain nameless (unless you want to go back and read Chapter 3,) I met my future husband on a blind date. I was completely unimpressed.
William was the twin brother of my best friend Carrie’s then-boyfriend Bobby. I learned with disappointment, however, that they were not identical twins. Bobby was hot, a real live fireman with ash-blond good looks, gym-pumped muscles and (Carrie assured me) a huge cock. The brothers were a bit older than us, somewhere well into their thirties, but while Bobby was boyishly handsome, William was prematurely balding. He had thick glasses and slight paunch. He was shabbily dressed and poorly shaved. Read more…
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Melissa was entertaining two guests when there was a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone, she rose to see who it might be. Looking through the peephole, she saw a most gorgeous man. It was her boyfriend – he was leaning against the door propped, up by one arm. He cast his gaze down the hallway. Tracing his distinguished profile with her eyes, she licked her lips. Even through the slight distortion caused by the small hole, she could identify his strong brow, sparkling eyes, delicious slightly parted lips and chiseled jaw. She loved to apply tiny licks and nibbles to that chin between kisses. Read more…
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“Authors Note – Please read “The beginning…..” to understand how this story unfolds.”
The last call was to say that I had left town, and would be driving across country to her home. I had booked a table for eight o”clock at a discrete Country House Hotel some miles away, and I had been shopping.
The major purchase was from a French lingerie shop, that I had passed since student days. I am a voyeur, so I always sat at an outside window on the bus. In that way I could look at a particular bra. It was always in the window, on a half model. It was glorious, a simple lightly wired cup stopped just below the nipple, gently holding a breast, almost like a hand, while leaving the nipple totally exposed. I had found somebody to wear it. Read more…
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You are sitting at your desk on the phone with a customer and you look at your computer and see that you have new email and it is from me. You open it and find that I’m asking if you have a few minutes to discuss a presentation that we need to collaborate on for a meeting that is coming up soon.
You respond back that you are on a conference call for about another hour and you ask if I can stop by after that. Your call continues and after a couple of minutes you see me appear in your doorway. You definitely seem surprised to see me there because you just asked that I give you an hour - but I also notice that you seem pleased to see me. Read more…
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Soft music was playing on the stereo as Petra entered the suite. She was exhausted beyond belief, but at the same time wired. She went into the bedroom and shed her shoes and jacket. She sat on the bed to take off her socks when she heard a noise coming from the bathroom.
She pulled her gun from her rear pants holster and carefully crept to the door. It opened before she could react and David stood with his hands up in the air, her gun aimed at his nose.
“Shit!” Petra lowered the gun and put it away, “What are you doing in here?” Read more…
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Later that night, after Laura had taken herself, exhausted, to bed, Georges and Vivette were talking quietly in their tower bedroom. Both of them were a little upset at the thought of Laura leaving soon, and talked over the last few weeks and the times they had enjoyed with her. Vivette asked about the girl’s family. She knew that her husband had studied in the old English university town under the supervision of Laura’s father, but this had been several years before their marriage. She had met Laura’s parents at their wedding, but Georges had told her very little about them. Read more…
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*Ch 3: Revolt*
I looked up at the Tuscan villa perched at the top of the grape vine-clad hill as I drove up from the harbor town of Marina de Massa. I was a true son of Tuscany and had returned here after my education in Paris and Florence, drawn by visions just as this—the ancient Villa Montebella, seat of the Tuscan Ghibertis for centuries, basking in the September Italian morning sun, master of all that fell under its shadow on the slopes tumbling down to the turquoise-blue Mediterranean waters of the Ligurian Sea. Read more…
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“Thank you SO MUCH for all the email and kind words. I am sorry this story took so long to churn out for you fine folk but I simply haven’t had the time to write lately. If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, I’d encourage you to do so for a more complete (and hopefully pleasurable) experience. For those of you that have already read Part 1, continue and enjoy…”
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The incessant blaring of his alarm clock brought Jim abruptly to consciousness from a dreamless slumber. He reached for the clock blindly and only succeeded in knocking off the nightstand to the carpet beside his bed still loudly bleeping. He groaned and opened his eyes to the harsh morning sunlight streaming in between the partially open blinds. Leaning over the edge of the bed he grabbed the alarm clock and tapped the off button sighing in relief when the piercing sounds finally ended. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him and he bolted upright suddenly to see if it had been only a dream or if he Alexa really had… Read more…
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