Hayloft Stories

The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was the only thing in the world that...

"I should have followed my instinct and not attend that party," I said to myself as I entered my room and removed my Halloween costume. As I undressed I had to concentrate to clear the image of the full red lips and tiny pink tongue of the Corpse Bride licking and kissing the head of my cock. Just thinking about it caused my groin to stir. "How did this happen?" I asked myself. It had not been a good end of summer. First,...

It's 10:30 pm and Quinn had just arrived home from work. When he pulled into the driveway, he realized that Harley's truck wasn't there. He noticed the gate to the pasture was open, so he got the Gator and headed for the barn. As he was driving, he saw lightning in the distance. Pulling up to the barn he saw her truck and smiled softly, shut the Gator off and headed inside.Once inside, he heard Shinedown playing on the ra...

In the dance hall, the lights are dim amber as you are walking back to your seat after a few fast dances. This scene is so familiar to me now, yet it never gets old. I've got it bad for you, yet you don't have a clue. As I sit at the rail, I order up a Courvoisier cognac to give me strength, and watch your every move intensely. Your eyes are so deep and sparkling with the joy of the dance. How I wish they sparkled for me!...