Courtesy of She parted her shapely legs to let me get between them. I took hold of her lace panties, and she lifted her bottom a little as I slid them along and off her legs. Trish’s pussy, with her pubic hair waxed at the front into that landing strip and her inner lips, pink, puffy and moist, was now exposed to me. Continue Reading »
Two Officers (Part Four)
Jan 10th, 2011 by Submissions
Two Officers (Part Three)
Jan 9th, 2011 by Submissions
Courtesy of I was standing there at the quay being held by Trish Collett, the TV star, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. My body started to respond as desire uncoiled inside me. I put my arms around her and bent my head down to kiss her gently on the top of her head.
Trish turned her head upwards to find my mouth, and she kissed me softly, holding the kiss for a moment. After we broke it, she held her face up, waiting for me to make the next move. I kissed her again as an aching need for this beautiful woman rose inside me.
“I’ve got a room in the hotel,” she said after a short pause. “Would you like to come upstairs for awhile?” Continue Reading »
Two Officers (Part Two)
Jan 8th, 2011 by Submissions
Courtesy of Trish and I found a table, and we ate lunch together, talking, laughing, just a guy and a pretty girl, and I was struck by how down to earth she seemed. Three times as we ate, people came over and asked for autographs. Even so, Trish didn’t seem big-headed, and she apologised for the interruption each time.
“It’s really nice to talk to a normal person for a while,” she said as we sat there after we finished our lunch.
“Don’t you meet any normal guys in your line of work?” I asked. Continue Reading »
Two Officers (Part One)
Jan 7th, 2011 by Submissions
Courtesy of By Taverner, Edited by Belle Roberts
I was halfway through a shift, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and looked up to see my supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing with a clipboard in his hand.
Morrow was one of those rugged, old-style cops that you just don’t see anymore. He said, “I’ve got a little job for you, Mark.” Continue Reading »
Moving Michelle (Part Three)
Jan 5th, 2011 by java gunderson
Courtesy of Michelle’s hand that was not on the phone did begin to rub Jacob’s cock. She removed her lips from Jacob’s, still rubbing his cock, and started to talk to Trevor again. “Yeah. I can do that. I’ll be there around 4:30. Cool. Love you, too.” With that, Michelle hung up. She raised her body up off the couch and told Jacob to hold on, walking down the hallway and taking a left into her bedroom. Jacob heard a radio turn on. A voice sang out, wooing an unknown woman through the radio waves in an R & B song. Michelle peeked around the corner, smiled, and told Jacob to “Come here.” She proceeded to bite her lower lip, her creamy skin alive with flushed cheeks, eyes anxiously watching Jacob walk toward her room. Continue Reading »
Moving Michelle (Part Two)
Jan 4th, 2011 by java gunderson
Courtesy of He must have betrayed the awe in which he viewed Michelle’s inviting ass and tits with some sort of vocalization. A sound, a mutter, something subconscious. Michelle, still bent over, looked back over her slightly arched back to where Jacob was seated, jaw hanging open. Her eyes met his, and he quickly looked away, feeling a tide of warmth come across his face. Continue Reading »
Moving Michelle (Part One)
Jan 3rd, 2011 by java gunderson
Courtesy of By Java Gunderson, edited by Belle Roberts
Jacob never understood what Michelle had seen in his friend Trevor. She was a beautiful woman, full of life and free-spirited, while Trevor was rude, narcissistic, and had almost no manners whatsoever.
Michelle worked as a hostess at a well-frequented restaurant on Emerald Isle in North Carolina, and Jacob and Trevor were marines stationed at Camp Lejeune. The trio had met when Jacob and Trevor crashed a house party on Emerald Isle, and shortly thereafter, Michelle and Trevor began dating.
Morning Workout (Part One)
Dec 31st, 2010 by Submissions
Courtesy of By Royce Jones, Edited by Belle Roberts
It was about 10 in the morning, and I was on the return leg home in my kayak. The sun was climbing in the sky, the birds were signing, and the fish were jumping. I had gone about four miles, and I could feel the lactic acid burning in my arms.
With about a half mile to go, I rounded a bend and passed by some of the nicer lakefront homes. I came upon a home with a 6-foot privacy fence that came right down to the water. As I paddled by the gate, I caught a glimpse of sunlit flesh. Curiosity got the best of me, and I circled back. Stopping in line with crack in the gate, I closed one eye. I saw a nice-looking leg on a beach chair. Continue Reading »