"Enjoy a threesome on the way to a meeting..."
Limousine Fuck Ride SurpriseThe long black limousine pulls up to the curb at my place in the heart of Sydney. My gift has arrived, something special. I’m licking my lips as I climb in the back with my silky smooth...
"The last party"
“You look way freaked out,” she said, upon seeing me walk in behind the others. She was in a pair of Burberry sandals that she must have borrowed from my closet, and an emerald green bikini that cinched slightly into...
Walking up to Annabelle’s room, I knew I was going to go along with whatever she wanted. Not only did we still click just like we did years ago, but our chemistry extended to the place that I always suspected...
"And the pleasuring continued... until I filled that innermost desire."
... I remembered the tempting voice of Bria 'I bet you squirt don't you? The quiet ones always do'. Too long had it been. I was sure that I'd peed myself, but as I looked back through jolts of pleasure,...
"Amy and Rita we dared, Oh My!"
This fantasy follows two previous stories for these characters. "At Long Last" and Three on Day Three". This is a fourth get together for Amy and me and the second for the two of us with Rita. The women are...
"An female attorney arrives at a man's door with news of a will... and more..."
Two’s Company, Three’s a Party I was lying naked in bed on a Friday morning, just beginning to awaken from a rather difficult night, when I thought I heard a muted sound coming from the kitchen. I decided to ignore...
"Ally and Jen found a new playmate while at the mechanic's..."
SluttyBi: I need a ride. MissyJ: *devilish grin* I just gave u the ride of a lifetime last nite, babe. SluttyBi: *lol* not that ride, silly. I meant I’m picking up my car from the mechanic today. I got a...
"fantasies are meant for living"
The last day of my three day business trip to Amy’s area, Iworked nights, slept for a few hours and then we met for lunch and an afternoon tryst, as we had the previous two days. Our couplings were acting...
I wake to the morning sunlight, stretch my arms, and pull myself out of bed. After slipping on my slippers I walk myself down the stairs and begin to pour myself a cup of orange juice. It has been three...
I slept the afternoon away with a long rest, drifting in and out of sleep. The voices of my dad, and of Annabelle, and of the Louis Vuitton girl formed an odd mental pastiche under the drone of the ceiling...
