Dear BumGirl,'Hirsute trucker'!!! It was a pizza delivery moped as you well know, and I really object to you describing me as 'hirsute'. Certainly, you and your assorted collective of 'hen do' harlots and horny housewives didn't seem to object to the natural curls that adorned my pubic mound and lined my cunt lips. In fact, I distinctly remember one of them purring with delight at the sight of a 'natural redhead' and all...

Monday Morning I sat by the bedroom window with my laptop, rereading my article. It wasn't my best work. It was light-years from what Sylvia had asked for, but it would have to do. The woman in my bed stirred and sat up. The sheet slid off her breasts. She yawned and stretched, I smiled. 'What time is it?' she asked. '9:30.' I sent off the article. 'Goddamn it! I missed mass.' She got up went to the washroom. I had anothe...

If she's patient, a woman can give me an amazing orgasm just by pleasuring my nipples. She can fondle them, stroke them, pinch them, pull them, kiss them, lick them, bite them, ride them, or even massage them with her own erect baby girls. I'm a post-grad student, but I still live at home with my parents. My darling Mummy, I'm sorry to say, is far from the right kind of woman for decent nipple play. A slow build-up works...

'Like what you see?'  'I sure do.' She had a great body with breasts that were too good to be real.  'I'm spreading Nuru gel on my chest, and then I'm going to slide all over your naked body. You''ll love the feel of my breasts on your back and butt. When you roll over, I'll do your chest, tummy, and, finally, your cock. That's when you'll cum. How does that sound?' 'Let's go!'  'Wait! No gloves? No mask? No condom? Fuck...

'Sorry,' I said. 'My bad. Refund or freebie?'  He tells me he adores ballerinas in lingerie, so I wear nothing but a filmy negligee for his freebie.  Almost nude grappling between throws keep him rock hard. Time's up. I flip him one last time, and my thighs trap his head under the negligee, facing my pantyless crotch. It's supposedly out of his reach. It isn't—he licks my clit. I don't mind, but my sudden reflex is judoka...

I knew Carol thanks to numerous phone conversations. We met in person when she made a presentation to my team. She had trouble with PowerPoint, but I fixed it for her. 'You're a handy guy, Ted.' 'Not just a pretty face?' 'That too.' Before she left, she gave me her card with "COMT" written on it. Her top two buttons had come undone. Nice cleavage! 'Lunch tomorrow?' I nodded. It took me some time to decipher COMT, but I di...

'Why did you quit ballet?' We were undressing for my erotic wrestling session. 'My tits were too big. Ready?'  We started. In a flash she'd hip-tossed me and forced me to submit with an arm bar. Her total dominance kept my oozing cock hard for the full hour.   Time was up. 'Here's a present,' she said as she lifted me into a fireman's carry, slammed me down, pinned me, and covered my face with her gorgeous, soft, warm, pi...

The Next Morning: Thursday I woke up with half an erection and a pounding headache. I was in a strange bed wedged between two bodies. A woman's hand rested on my chest, and her light breathing warmed the back of my neck. She was spooning me, just as I was spooning the other woman. I had an arm around her with my hand on her tummy, holding her body against mine, my sleepy little rooster nestled happily between her cheeks....

Dympna of the Sí, is hungry. Her lover has gone west to meet the setting sun and to mourn her, she has taken no nourishment for seven full moons, one for every three years they were together. Even the fae of the otherworld must feed, and for her to feed she must take a special lover. She casts her net far and wide, and soon she smiles. She has found a poet, and this one has a penis. When did she last taste a fine, fat, me...

The man meanders through the heavy fog and the light drizzle. He has an umbrella, but it's cold as well as damp, and he has no coat. His heart is heavy, and he doesn't notice the weather.   The wind strengthens, and the fog lightens, but the rain is heavier now. He's passing an open diner so he goes in. It's empty except for the waitress at the counter. He takes a booth by the window, and a few moments later, she saunters...

Monday Morning The easy bits were done. With my law degree tucked away in my back pocket, I'd breezed through the licensing process and earned my call to the bar. Then came the last and hardest part - finding a job. I had just started networking when my phone rang. Hope soared. 'Hello?' 'Is that Desmond Brady?' 'It is.' 'It's Michael Gallagher from Gagne Nadeau & Tremblay. We met a few years ago, at the Osgoode job fare.'...

The Cafe It was a glorious spring day in the west of Ireland, a perfect day for driving. It's over three hours from my granny's place in Donegal Town to Galway City and I was only about halfway home. The best little cafe in County Mayo was coming up, so it was time for some rest and refreshment. I pulled Sally, my fourteen-year-old Corolla, into the parking lot, where the reliable old darling practically parked herself. I...

'Mr Wilson?'  I looked up. The pretty, no, make that the beautiful nurse standing in the door of the crowded waiting room, was tall, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes that scanned the room. I put down the magazine and stood. 'That's me.'  She smiled a beguiling smile and held out her hand. 'Hi, I'm Dr O'Hara. My office is just down the hall.' She held the waiting room door open for me and then I followed her lead u...

I didn't mind the cold as we left the theatre that frigid January night, not even the little icicle fingers tearing through my shawl, my evening gown, and my bra to numb my breasts and harden my nipples. We had just been to a superb performance of an amazing opera, and I was still in my own special seventh heaven. "The car's this way," growled the little man beside me. He was Wilbur Mason, a multi-billionaire and my husba...

On a warm spring day Gilbert the butler of the LeRoux mansion opened the door to the courier from the Monarchy of Clitoria’s Ministry of War. He took delivery and sighed. The urgent letter was addressed to Louis LeRoux, who he dare not interrupt for another hour. Madame was also busy, but he knocked on her study door.  “Gilbert?” “It’s here.” “Bring it in.” Marie LeRoux was sitting in her reading chair by the window, her...