Assumption Stories

She comes in like a little lost lamb. Library bun, sensible shoes, pleated skirt. I wink at Rosie behind the bar and she slides me a tequila shot. When babycakes walks by, I grab her arm. "I should sit here?" "That's your drink, girl." "Can you show me the bathroom first?" Stall door barely open, I'm spun and pushed down hard. A plump, pink pussy claims my face. "Eat me!" she commands. Legs spread wide. "Fingers!" Cheeks...

It's the last run and the bus is empty, but for Alice, halfway back, reading a dog-eared romance. She braces against the stop, watching with bowed head as the wild child boards. She struts her tatted leather preen to the opposite seat. Eyes connecting, she opens her vest, flicking a pierced nipple. Spreading her legs, she windows a shaved cunt, curling a smile as her audience blushes. At her stop, she leaves with a beckon...

I don't usually shoot pictures of people when I'm walking, but today's an exception. Two ladies, park regulars. Mature, elegant, refined, they sit with an intimacy that speaks of an enduring friendship. "Look, it's that photographer lady, taking our picture. Smile." "Kinda reminds me of Long Sal, remember her? Girl had the biggest clit I've ever seen." "Or tasted-- you were such a slut back then!" "Found you didn't I?" "T...