Cara whispers in my ear, "Open your legs. I want some of your dark chocolate. Your taste has me addicted." Her hand is between my legs. "I can feel your wet pussy calling my name." I lick my lips. "Yes, my sexy white goddess," is all I can say before she pushes me into the bed. Her hands are on my thighs. Her mouth feels like heaven on my pussy. She is biting my clit and moaning in that sexy voice that drives me crazy. I...

We danced together, Under the wing, This Brit and her Yank, And his flying machine. You asked for my name, You’re their captain, I see, They changed it to swing, My Bugle Boy, Company B. You’ve only one night, It was hard to say, But I convinced you home, Tonight, Kay. I’ll stay. The morning has come, To the base make a show, The maps and the charts, Showing where you must go. So it’s bombs away, a ways away, In the dead...

I was outside the gates of Eva's job at 4:00 sharp. She worked in the offices of Applied Magnetics, an American tech company in the Clonshaugh Industrial Estate, less than half a mile from our houses and a walk of about twenty minutes from home. She came through the doors accompanied by two other of the female staff and she waved happily when she saw me leaning against my car, having a smoke. I waved back and smiled at he...

The days went by, and I got her settled at home. I took the back off the recliner so I could move the heavy ass thing and relocated it to her bedroom. I put it back together, and that’s where I slept for at least a month. I talked to the police and asked them for a heads-up when her husband was released. Penny had managed to get a restraining order, but it is my experience that crazy men don’t pay a lot of attention to th...

Lori just turned twenty-two. Intimately, she has been kissed less than a dozen times. She is still a virgin, although her hymen has been broken using dildos and vibrators. A stunning redhead, she has small breasts and remarkably long pink nipples. There is hardly any presence of areolas on her. Curly and reaching halfway down her back, her hair is truly magnificent. Her face is angelic, soft, and smooth. Her lips are puff...

Even though it is Saturday, we are up early, and the cafe is not packed with people yet. Ian opens the door for me, and I walk up to the counter. Ian is a small distance behind me as he holds the door for a woman with a child. Claire is working the till and taking orders today. "Hello, Annie," she says. "Latte and chocolate croissant?" "Yes, please," I say. "And what will you have?" I ask Ian when he has caught up with me...

‘You didn’t fucking hire her?!’ ‘Yes! Yes! I did!’ ‘Fuck me, Bobby! She’s fucking illiterate. You’ve hired a copywriter that can’t fucking write!’ ‘How would you fucking know, Johnny? You write like a bored schoolboy who’s rushing to finish the words bit so he can get on with drawing a picture. That’s why you’re the art supremo, Johnny, and I’m in charge of the copy.’ ‘At least I can fucking spell. At least I have a noddi...

Lindsay meandered in a directionless circle on the corner of East Andreas Road and North Sunrise Way with a wireless Bluetooth device wedged in her ear. “I don’t know if we’re ever gonna reopen. That’s strictly up to the governor, no one else.” She tucked her hands in the back pockets of her cutoffs, causing them to slip lower on her slim hips and revealing the tattoo decorating her tailbone. Holy kamoly. The design consi...

It is 1987, the last Sunday in August, and my arm is around Brenda. She is my new bull lesbian girlfriend and my first openly gay relationship. But my life is complicated. I am standing there by the apartment block’s front door, watching, and waving as David and Sarah get into their car and, with a wave of their own, drive away. Internally, I was experiencing two dominant emotions, one new and the other very familiar, yet...