"A Mipple City Story"
The red velvet cake sat practically untouched. Three fingers of icing had been scooped from its surface and spread on my erection. I remember the sweetness of us as she swallowed dessert.I also remember warm conversations between the pursuits of...
"The pressures of lockdown"
James began his run, it was early morning, slightly colder and crisper than it had been recently. He knew the route and he was excited for what he hoped lay ahead.Clearing the paved path, he headed into the mature woods...
I was a floor above her.I watched her every day as she sat at her desk in full view of my window.Each day, I locked my door, put my phone on hold, and took my cock in hand as I...
"Come Get Your Desert"
You know my weakness; vanilla ice cream. You walk into the bedroom, your cock covered in it. I drop to my knees, my lips engulfing your cock as my tongue works its magic. Licking, sucking, stroking with my finger tips.My...
"It's more than meets the eye"
I can't always see it when you text me naughty pictures of yourself to my phone, but I know there is a twinkle in your eyes. I see it when I walk through the door after work. That same twinkle...
"The men keep coming, and so does she!"
The bed still warm, where my husband lay. I'm without shame. Next to me, his golf-partner, whose name escapes me, sporting eager manhood. Young, handsome. Habit-forming.I crave them young, brimming with stamina, ever-ready. Irresistible.I am beautiful, they say. Though my body has...
"Seize the day, or else..."
Mark knew Linda six months – dreamed of dating her, romancing her, marrying her - before he finally went to make that call. Hey, why don’t we go for a drink? No stumbling, no self-deprecation. Time to be firm. His heart...
"A Mipple City Story"
I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice.Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in.She wore a rose-colored apron; a gold necklace disappeared between...
“I’m told all you plumber’s have a special tool for… well, selective jobs.” “That right?” he said, blowing into his mug to cool the steaming tea. “Who told you that?”“A plumber, of course,” she whispered, unzipping his jeans and slipping slender...
