Mishap Stories

Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head bet...

This is a sequel to Airgasms Between Orgasms and you will miss much if you haven't read that. As he turf-surfs at high speed a mere few inches above the ground under his parachute, he looks so graceful and confident that I suddenly see him as the master of the sky that he is. He hits the ground running and slows to a stop right next to me. "Hotdog." "Don't try this at home. We're what you call, professionals." I laugh, "Y...

This is a sequel to Airgasms Before Orgasms and you will miss much if you haven't read that. "Just you, me, and the sky then." "I like the sound of that." "Does that mean I can bum a ride back to town with you tomorrow?" I knew right after I said it that something was wrong. Randi tensed up like she'd just heard a pilot say, "Oh shit." She rolled off me and turned her back to me and I could sense the heat getting sucked o...