Fountain Stories

Laura Lioness’s hips hurt. She wondered if she needed hip replacement. She limped to her dresser and pulled out one dark chocolate Ferrero Rocher, unwrapped the foil around it with fumbling, unsteady fingers, and popped the crunchy dark ball in her mouth. For a moment, as the dark chocolate taste hit her tongue, she forgot that she felt like she was an old woman, even though she was only in her fifties.  She was living li...

The dinner party was in full swing. My assistant had once again done an excellent job at creating a professional but inviting atmosphere in my loft for my clients and wives. I set about making the typical circle but was distracted by the thought of finding Alisandrea here. I knew she would be late. I also knew she would be nervous. This wasn't her typical crowd but had promised to make an appearance. I returned to the cha...

It was an eventful afternoon. The urge to press her body against the glass in my office had been overwhelming. This creature was fascinating. She's not a submissive even though she's willing to do whatever I wish. Her moans, the heat of her body, the feel of her lips on me, and the incredible tightness of her is very dominant. We left my office and arrived at her apartment. It my first viewing of her side of life. It was...

Just a little wet   It’s about three in the morning when the bartender yells out last call.   Our friends run up to the bar and get one more drink before they throw everyone out.   You lean over to me and ask me if I would walk you to your car.   I stand up and hold my hand out for you to grab.   We say goodbye and walk out of the bar.   The lights of the city hide the stars.   We stroll down the city streets until we hit...