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The Nymph of Second Street Southwest

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Snow drifted down papering the streets. Spun out and snow bank imbedded vehicles left a clean white path between them. Empty sidewalks awaited the first footprints of those brave enough to walk out into the storm. This was The Storm. The worst storm Calgary had seen in more than a hundred years. Jason peered out of the truck's foggy windows at the surrounding evening lights of orange reflecting off of the white. He was warm, being the truck had only just been turned off, and horny, being the truck's owner and driver currently had her lips wrapped around his erection. For Jason, walking home from work was usual. Even walking home in the dark was completely normal. On days like this, however, he wished he had other options as he shivered [Read more...]

In the Key of Pink

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Black Boots 61 by Ayanami No03

press play... Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. Her heart thumped hard as the heels of her black thigh boots clicked across the wooden floor. Why did the music have to go quiet now? Her eyes travelled over him...his short brown hair, white shirt and black tie...and she wondered what he hid beneath the table. With the broadness of his shoulders, she imagined it to be big. The longneck bottle on the table lifted to his lips as his eyes still had not found her. Or was he pretending not to notice? Watching him suck on that tip made her shiver. She already wanted to suck on his tip and ride him. The opening chords of Pink Floyd's One Slip now [Read more...]

Bringing The Coffee

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She decided to use her blog to vent about how frustrated she'd been feeling at the many missed opportunities for sexual play she'd been experiencing lately. As she banged out her thoughts she chastened herself. 'This is too personal… I sound like a bitch… I'm going to get flack for this… No censoring!!' She didn't always paint the prettiest pictures with her blog posts, but they were honest, cathartic and (as she hoped others appreciated) infused with humour. And rewarding… The next morning she received a message from an acquaintance. It had been some time since she last heard from him and it put a smile on her face. "Read your latest blog. You sound as horny as hell. What has caused that?" he asked. "I don't know. I just am.. very, [Read more...]

Once Upon a Snowy Balcony

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Suze hated the term "catsuit", but had not been able to find a better one. Yet, here she was wearing it once again. Thankfully, she looked good in black. Her petite skin figure was both emphasized in good ways and, more importantly, camouflaged for these activities. At least with her straight black hair and slight olive skin, she did not require to cover her head. Snow filtered lightly down from above and the Moon danced between hiding places through the broken clouds. Suze raised her pistol, looking straight up between the buildings. Her round brown eyes refused to blink even with the snow infiltrating them. The trigger pull sent the rope piled behind her snaking skyward with a pop. Crack shot that she was, the shot hit the correct [Read more...]

Best Blowjob, Ever!

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Of course, this should begin with an author's note about how this is part of the continuing saga of both Gray and Brat...but with Gray standing right there looking at me with his whipped and bruised ass, probably should get right down to the details here.  "So how was that?" I asked. The room was completely dark except for one light above that came down on him. Gray looked up at me with red eyes and a sweaty brow beneath his sweat matted salt and pepper hair.  "You bastard.  I could...I could..." He held his hands out in front of him and made the international symbol for breaking a neck.  He was hunched over naked and looking very tired...still impressive with his muscled build, however. "No, you couldn't," I reminded.  "By that ass of [Read more...]

Order of the Threesome

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Indigo. His friends called him Indigo. Even the tattoo on his right shoulder...one of his many tattoos on the sleeves...read "Indigo" and was done in an indigo coloured heart. His guitar even had the word "Indigo" emblazoned upon the back, just in case he forgot. The woman with him would call him Indigo if she were not on her knees and her mouth were not full of what Indigo had offered from his lap.  With her wide eyes and eager use of tongue and saliva, she seemed to like what he had. "Ooh man, that looks nice," Dennis said with a nod as he pushed up his glasses. Dennis was Indigo's agent. Dennis was the geek of the organization. Indigo, obviously, was the talent. His talent made up for the tiny erection that young [Read more...]

On Ice

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Author's note:  This is part four of Adventures of Jamie, a series that will finish with two further parts this coming week that have already been completed.  Jamie has been a tough one to write as she puts my libido into overdrive...and the intensity is why I am limiting this series.  Some of this has gone quite dark...although not this one to the same degree.  However, parts 5 and 6 definitely go to a very dark place with, what I think is an ending Monty Python would be proud of that will hopefully bring a nice surprise for my regular readers...but I'm getting ahead of myself. How the hell did I get here? Jamie's stockings were the color of midnight and were very high on her thighs. The black pumps she wore had almost fallen [Read more...]

Lapped

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"Do Not Put Garbage Here," was scrawled on the fence in white paint that nearly flowed in the evening's darkness. She thought it seemed funny that he had picked this location for her to kneel. A park she had expected, but not a dark alley. Then he had pulled it out. She stared at it. It just stood there with a slight pulse to it.  Hard, yes, but it moved with a slight ebb and flow of pulse and strength. She spread open the fly of the blue jeans for a better inspection and her green eyes searched its entire length from tip to base and even the sacks that dangled from it.  With his hand on the back of her blonde head, she allowed him to pull her closer to it...so close that she could smell the light scent of sweat and salt. The breeze [Read more...]