Coffee Stories
You and Me and Pandora makes Three
Lauren goes for coffee, meets Kara and changes both their lives.I remember one morning, I was standing in line for coffee. It wasn't my usual place and I was killing time before a very boring meeting. The woman at the counter was dealing with a very confused pair of women who kept changing their order. I shook my head...
My Exhibitionist Fantasy
This is one of my favourite (pre-lockdown) fantasies.It is Saturday afternoon, and I walk down Oxford Street, which is thronged as usual with busy shoppers. It is a warm day, and the sun feels good on my skin. I am wearing a cute red eighties rah-rah skirt that I found last week in a vintage boutique in Cov...
The Frozen Food Aisle
Strangers meet in the frozen food aisle in a supermarket and end up in bedWhen Michael Brogan entered the frozen food aisle in his local supermarket the first thing that caught his eye was those buttocks. The buttocks were in tight green trousers and they belonged to a female bending over to reach an item in a compartment and f...
All Night Diner
No worries, we will be up all nightThey take a booth in the diner and order coffee. The end of a first date. "It's been fun. You're cool," he says. Her hand extends slowly. "You rock, too," she smiles, fingers tickling his thigh. His hand hesitantly touches hers, moving fingers in a questi...
We sat at our usual corner table where we met every Friday to smoke and drink coffee and catch up on each other's lives or just make each other laugh.More often than not though these days, my mind would begin to wander and I would become lost in my very o...
The Temptation Of Coffee
'We all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.’ - Richelle E. GoodrichThe unctuous sales pitch droned on and on; the view’s fantastic, the location amazing, nothing like it on our books, yadda yadda yadda. Seething, a sarcastic ‘shaddap your face’ nearly escaped, for cloying words don’t suck me in. Those pristine silica san...
John padded naked into the bedroom, a cup of coffee in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Sip your coffee while I stroke. If you finish your coffee before I cum, you get this." “But what if I want you first?” She took a small sip. “Then you l...
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It’s that hour of the morning for which she insists on perfect silence. She sits on the cramped balcony sketching on a large pad propped on her knee. The door is open and down in the street there are car horns and sirens, but if he stays in the apartment...
Free Morning
Freedom for a morning.My fingers brush the handle of her door The bright coloured lettering, my usual morning read. Then I remember she’s at Grandma’s. My fingers slip away again. Coffee in peace… Unusual. The threat of the buzz of the coffee machine neutralised for just one m...
Surprise, surprise, surprise
I met someone!I stopped at my favorite coffee place. It was jammed, which was unusual in this time of minimum contact. I managed to grab a tiny table and was enjoying my coffee when a woman asked to share my table. "I'm Brooke," I said as we introduced ourselves. We t...
She never cared much for coffee until she met him at a cafe.They met at hotels and mindlessly fucked. Greeting him on her knees, his cock found its home as it filled her with texture and taste. No act was forbidden. She offered it all; his growls filled t...
Coffee Morning
It was just a coffee morning, so why was she and her mother all dressed up?It was Wednesday morning and Kris Nickelsen was being picked up by her mother Diane Pollock in her car. They were going to a woman's coffee morning meeting for other local ladies. It was a very special woman's group. By invitation only. Kris was being tak...
Her name was Loni and she was a total hottie, of that they all agreed. Lance and his friends had first encountered her and her husband at the twenty-four-hour restaurant frequented by many of those that worked the local night clubs. No matter the weather...
Cream In My Coffee
Suzie discovers no cream for her coffee, so she must improvise.Suzie stepped to the fridge, clutching her steaming mug of coffee in hand. Opening the door, the light flickered within, as she looked inside the cool compliance. "Oh no!" Suzie said, accompanied by a sigh of a groan. "What's wrong, dear?" Pete inquired,...