It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing. It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed. The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open. There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric cou...
Gail was the first granny I ever fucked. If you’re single in your forties you expect that to happen at some point. But I was twenty-seven. I’d been in Dallas for less than a week the first time I saw Gail. It was my first day at a new job. I’d spent...
Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all-around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company. But none of that stopped them from nick...
Laura sighed, and looked around her, post orgasm. La petit mort was also la petit renaissance, and post climax everything looks different from the moment before. She distinguished more features in the women who had been pleasuring her, and wondered how ma...
Laura took the ferry back to New Jersey more than an hour later, having walked all the way instead of taking the bus. She’d stopped on the way to get herself a chocolate chip frappe and some water from a Starbucks on Broadway. Chocolate had always been he...
Time and again our paths bisect,for you are neighbour next door,occurred to be a women of intellect.And I a swain from obscure moor.Every time we greet, our eyes meet,wish I can tell you all my thoughts.Now I scribe on a sheet in night sweet,of your beaut...
Storm Clouds Laura stood up after draining her mocha to its chocolate lees. The Japanese girl clicked on the next episode of her anime, while she gave her another polite nod connoting goodbye, tossing her silken black ponytail hither and thither. Laura lo...
Acclimatization The contract looked intimidating, but Laura was determined to do anything to hold on to her current newfound youth. If the Gods were this good, then she was sure that they wouldn’t shower this much goodness for naught or for a caprice of t...
Laura Lioness’s hips hurt. She wondered if she needed hip replacement. She limped to her dresser and pulled out one dark chocolate Ferrero Rocher, unwrapped the foil around it with fumbling, unsteady fingers, and popped the crunchy dark ball in her mouth....
