Christmas. At least that’s my excuse. Party season, networking season.
A client’s PR company threw a big thrash in some cool Covent Garden
bar. “Cool” was funny, because cool was the *last* word you’d choose
to describe that crowded, clattering cavern. The place was steaming.
Full of laughter; of smoke; glasses clashing. The noisy babble of
reckless, drunken people.Now …
A dozen candles gave a warm, soft light to her
bedroom. A gentle breeze blew in through the open
window, billowing the sheer curtains and making the
flames flicker. Naked, she stood in front of the
window and drew the curtains open wide. She leaned
against the windowsill, relishing the feel of the cool
night air caressing her naked flesh. …
In the dark, the cold sucked the warmth from Glen as he lay on the
ground near the edge of the woods. The ground had begun to give
up its heat at the end of September as nights cooled down. By the
end of October, the ground was cold. Lying upon it, the ground felt
like ice. The night air …
The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at _Le Buse Et Crachat_ and
tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall in a local firehouse
where _DiSH_ were holding their New Year’s Eve party. Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they didn’t come as
a couple tonight, they had planned to …
Maggie didn’t even like soccer, and certainly not men’s soccer, but
she sat in the stands with the other wives and girlfriends all the
same and cheered for the men jogging up and down the field. There
was a good crowd on hand, thanks to the weather and the
importance of the game, and Maggie sipped her diet Coke with …
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Cindy asked, for Steven had
told her she was just as he opened the door to one of Gwen’s bedrooms.
It was a sumptuous affair, with a big king size bed that was perfect for
three people. Jeffrey’s presence did not bother Steven. In fact,
before Cindy had arrived he had been speaking to …
This is a story that happened to me, David last summer. My wife, Jan and I
were visiting relatives in the midwest. We were staying at my wife’s
stepbrother’s house on a small farm. It was very hot. Somewhere in the
90’s. To cool off we went to the neighbors pool. Everyone went in for a swim. My
wife’s stepneice, …
It was a warm autumn evening in New Orleans, and the air was thick with the scent of jambalaya and the distant sound of jazz. I was sitting at the bar in The Spotted Cat, nursing a Sazerac, when she walked in. Her name was Isabella, a sultry brunette with olive skin, fiery eyes, and curves that could make a …
OK, as I discussed in the top of “The Bath –
Response to The Hot Tub (F solo)”, Sevin is now the
proud owner of some new toys, which I think both
scare and excite her. I can’t believe she could have
lived this much of her life and not had any erotic
toys! I had to stick to small …
Yvett had Dawn on the ground,doubled over and crying, she was
completely beaten. Yvett still mad took advantage of this and grabbed
some duct tape and taped Dawn’s wrists together and then her ankles.
Then, Yvett worked Dawn’s shorts and panties down to her knees. Yvett
smiled sadistically as she looked at her enemy’s helpless naked ass.
She looked around …