I’m an inveterate people watcher. I love to watch beautiful women, attractive women, and semi-attractive women too. I’m a sexist people watcher; it’s women I like to watch. Often, it’s at Temple Coffee over on Broadway and Seventeenth St. It kind of reminds me of what Hooters might be like. Not that I know; they closed the ones in my town, and I never even drove in their parking lot. Anyway, whoever hires for Tempest must...

Wracked with guilt and in her desperation she had said to me “Guide my soul with your unfettered mind. Show me the ways of unconditional love breathe life into weary me restore my peace my balance make me whole once more” So I guided her as best as I know how Now see the vision before you See how she slides on my flesh My good girl up and down so hot and wet Her hair let loose Her mind unfurled Her cheeks bouncing on my l...

I downed my drink for courage but didn’t feel anything, so I sent another down my throat to see what happened to the last one. After I poured my third stiff drink, I decided that tea would be a better option. The half-full pitcher was still in the refrigerator, and it found a convenient place on the living room coffee table. According to the clock on Ginger's webcam page, I still had eighteen minutes before she logged on....

Standing at my dining room table, I held my arms around Niharika, my wife’s alluring friend, pulling her close as our eyes seemed to ask each other what we were getting ourselves into. Yes, I had pulled her in for a kiss, but what did it mean, and where was this going? I was thinking of a way to define what was happening here, to let her know I wasn’t just a man-slut who tried to get my wife’s friends into bed, but was ju...

Late October, 1437, Apuseni foothills I trudged wearily up the hillside, my latest captive slung over my shoulder. Though the young lass weighed no more than two full sacks of grain, it was a struggle to carry her limp body up the steep slope, especially as the weather had started to turn. The rain had been no more than a drizzle, but had persisted throughout the day, slickening the ground beneath my heavy boots. Wind gus...

“You’re right,” Natalie exclaimed excitedly. “Rooftop restaurant and bar, open till midnight.” “See, I know what I’m talking about,” Aiden replied. “You’ll learn to trust me, I promise.” He nestled in behind her as she sat on the bed in their room at the Dorchester Hotel, scrolling through the dining page of the property’s website on her phone. He gathered her hair up and planted wet kisses on her neck, peering over her s...

It's not that unusual for a vehicle to be parked along the two-lane drive just inside the park late at night. But it is unusual for the vehicle to be a gleaming Sunburst Gold Bentley Flying Spur. And it is unusual, while stationary, for the suspension of such an exotic automobile to subtly succumb to the exaggerated movements of its occupants. If passers-by were particularly observant on a particular night, they would hav...

Ryan was a little embarrassed when they stepped into the shower after the water had warmed. His dick had deflated after fucking Miss Prestine, and he wondered if she'd think it was too small. But she seemed eager to hug him close and twirl around in the water with him, so he forgot about it momentarily, grabbing at her ass and tits while they soaped each other. He stroked himself while her eyes were closed shampooing hers...

Kathryn and I walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom, still naked from our post-shower sex. I find my clothes while she digs into a drawer and puts on fresh panties and a bra. She steps into a pair of pants and rummages through her closet for a shirt while I dress in my pants and the shirt she lent me last night. I had her figured for a boxed-macaroni and pop-tart kind of girl, but after last night's dinner and this mo...