I was at the farmers market, when I saw her. She had long, red, straight hair; almost orange. Slender. An elfin face with about two ounces of extra fat, just enough to make her look soft. There was something about her that captivated me. She had curves in all the right places, and her face! Bee-you-tea-full! She wasn't porn star pretty, or model pretty. It was a wholesome beauty. She wasn't dressed provocatively, and wasn...

The Lieutenant's cock was not the biggest cock Anna had had inside her. It was not the widest cock she had had inside of her either. Yet, tonight it was the best cock she had ever had inside her! Anna had been taken to the knife-edge of excitement with no relief for three long days. The blowjobs on the plane and the masturbating in the restrooms were just too much for her. A stiff hard cock sliding into her was just what...

Anna sat there and watched the trees pass one by one. The late setting sun colored the Russian countryside a warm red through the train windows. She was a stewardess with one of her country's major airlines. Now they had furloughed her because of the war and the sanctions. She was heading home to stay with her folks until they called her back. The other train passengers were settling for the night. Many were already aslee...

  The four-master, Coq d'Or, voyaged through the night to Al Nen Drowd. In her berth, Lacie slept fitfully, puzzling over her curious adventures. Wondrous, that men should want to see her strip. Strange, that they could have such diverse reactions to what they saw. She'd hated the lascivious slobs of sailors. But she could happily have stayed undressed for Captain Sindwell all night. He'd exuded such innocent delight that...

A quiet anxiousness has settled over Becca by the time she was leaving the Times downtown office. The glow over the Senator’s change of heart had faded in the light of her own personal issues. She tried Matthew’s number again and again. It went straight to voicemail as it had all day. Part of her wanted to be angry. She had been so certain that he, of all men, would understand what she was doing, but he had reacted just a...

Becca had a long, hot shower when she got home from Dimitri’s apartment. She felt it necessary to clean her body of that experience before she could set her mind to what his notebook meant. She felt conflicted about it, admitting that there were moments that she enjoyed despite herself. Perhaps it was because Dimitri was so powerful and dangerous. But she knew that the price of being involved with such a man in reality wa...

Becca had deliberately chosen one of her more conservative business suits that morning. The navy blue skirt and blazer toned down her red hair so that fewer men stole glances at her as she made her morning commute on the train. On most mornings she didn't mind the attention, but after the previous night’s encounter with John, she felt strangely dirty.That wasn't a feeling to which Rebecca Weiss was accustomed. She was wel...

Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained. “Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I...

Steam filled the enclosure, condensing on the Italian tile and running down the walls in a multitude of tiny rivulets. Moisture was everywhere and the spray was filling the air with a fog so thick it almost obscured the man's erection as she stroked his suds-covered length. Rebecca didn’t know him. She had met him in this very room in fact, but that didn’t matter much. She had never been shy about sex and if giving her bo...

Names have been changed to protect the people involvedAs many of you know last summer I moved to a new country, Israel. Without going into all the political bullshit, it’s a great country where everyone is nice and welcoming.As part of my immigration, I must attend school five days a week for five hours a day, to learn the language. It’s a complicated language, but I am slowly getting the hang of it.Every morning I wake u...

“What d'you mean, no Santa Claus for the children?” my husband Ivan yelled at me. “Ivan, I took the kids to the mall to see Santa Claus. When they got to sit on his knee and told him their Christmas wishes, he told them that there wouldn't be any. He said that because YOU had been a naughty boy this year they weren't on his list.” “Who the hell does he think he is? This ‘mudak,’ this unmitigated dickhead thinks he can do...