"First like an ice cream cone, then like a lollipop..."
The next morning, the day of the wedding I wasn’t going to attend, Eleanor Kaminski was waiting for me at her back door at 9 a.m. She was wearing a man’s white broadcloth shirt, a little frayed at the collar,...
""It's better warm," she said."
Eleanor Kaminski lay completely naked atop her bed, starfish-like. Her head was thrown back, stuck between a couple pillows and jammed against the oak headboard—some cheap, ugly French Provincial thing they probably got at Sheely’s after a long layaway. Her...
"Eleanor Kaminski takes the plunge on the hottest day of the year"
The quotidian fuckfest that was the Suzie Bowen Experience continued apace. Unfortunately, the time we spent together that didn’t involve sex seemed more pointless than ever. Not that there was a lot of it. Her affinity for orgasms at someone’s...
"No relief from the heat in sight. Thank God."
My other employers booked no daytime hours for me on Wednesdays so I could service my yardwork clientele. I mowed five different lawns all within a few blocks of each other. I started around nine in the morning, and it...
"Going down the rabbit hole with Suzie Bowen and what we did there"
Even though we waited online at the snack bar for ten minutes, it turned out neither one of us was hungry. I bought a large soda for us to share. As soon as we got back to the car, Suzie...
"You can learn to love the heat."
Mrs. Kaminski had a huge bush. I realize it was a different time, but the thatch of hair camouflaging that pussy was substantial even by 1979 standards. Even though I fully expected some such situation, when I finally managed to...
"There's a first time for everything. Last time, too."
There was still plenty of time for the weather to turn cold again, but for now, early spring, the day was wonderfully clement. A soft rain in the morning gave way to a kind of creamy egg sunshine and shirt-sleeve...
"But what's love got to do with it?"
Wren Vane, newly twenty-six, mauve in temperament, removed her soaked cunt from the cock it sheathed and knee-walked up the bed a short pace to position it above the face of the boy who had just, for the second time...
"Or is it?"
The ribbons and dollops of cum decorating her chest and belly leap from the surface of her slick skin and are sucked back into the slit of his ruddy, rigid, pulsing cock. The hot, white cum gathers quickly into a...
"Is he? Or isn't she?"
To: TouchOfGray From: A.M. Subject: Lushstories FeedbackDear Touch,I’m sure you thought there was only a slight chance that you would hear from me again someday. “Slight” is sometimes enough. I have to believe, however, that you never expected to hear...