Clunky Boobs

*Ch 3: Revolt*

I looked up at the Tuscan villa perched at the top of the grape vine-clad hill as I drove up from the harbor town of Marina de Massa. I was a true son of Tuscany and had returned here after my education in Paris and Florence, drawn by visions just as this—the ancient Villa Montebella, seat of the Tuscan Ghibertis for centuries, basking in the September Italian morning sun, master of all that fell under its shadow on the slopes tumbling down to the turquoise-blue Mediterranean waters of the Ligurian Sea. (more…)

When Cinda and I started emailing a year or so ago, I never thought we’d actually meet. I mean, there she was, this hot, sexy redhead with a body crying out to be fondled, and the most deliciously dirty mind I’ve ever encountered, and here I am an average (though imaginative, I admit) guy with only my lusty thoughts to propel me through life. If not for my erotic mind, I’d be just another average guy lumbering through life with looks that have never made a single head turn. So, who’d have thought that this ravishing redhead with the shaved pussy and a penchant for leaving her undies at home would ever even consider letting me anywhere close to that hairless treasure? (more…)

After spending 8 months in the desert I was looking forward to a little R and R. Somehow I was lucky enough to get on the list of guys going home for a couple of weeks. That might not seem like much but after eating sand and MRE’s, (that’s meals ready to eat to you); I was ready for some four star cuisine and a real bed. I was also looking forward to getting laid in a big way. Eight months is a long time to be hanging out with a bunch of guys and having no privacy. Hell, just thinking about hooking up once I got home was enough to get me riled up. It started to get hard to bear on the first leg. The girls working in our section were knockouts! One blonde and brunette on that plane just knew what kind of effect they were having on us. I know for a fact a few buddies were heading back to the lav to “rub one out” before getting home. No stamina, too bad. My first time in “the world” was NOT going to be in an airplane lavatory with my friggin’ hand! (more…)

“What follows is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the closest thing to innocence we could find.”

Over the course of the 22 years that I have been alive, certain things have come to my attention. First off, I should point out, that people are cruel. They enjoy pushing the limits that other people seek to set for themselves, and while this isn’t always a bad thing, it often leads to someone getting hurt. Sometimes however, pushing the limits can be a great deal of fun as well. (more…)

As Tawny spots Randy standing outside his car, all time stopped for a moment as she just stood there and stared at him. In an instant, everything she had experienced with Randy earlier in the day, suddenly all came back to her vividly. Tawny can’t move; she’s frozen in place. Randy walks over to her, extending his hand for hers, she smiles softly as she takes his hand.

Walking her to the car, Randy takes her into his arms right there outside the precinct, and kisses her deeply. Tawny moans softly as she returns the kiss to him, as she finds herself wrapping her arms around his neck. As Randy breaks their kiss which seemed to last forever, he looks deep into her eyes. (more…)

Elizabeth woke up slowly. Keeping her eyes closed, she indulged in her laziness…slowly stretching her sleep-stiffened limbs. It was the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee that finally tempted her from the bed. She arose, running her fingers through her long blond hair and wrapping herself in the short robe that matched her small nightgown. The purple silk clung to her lithe body, giving her the gentlest of good morning caresses.

She smiled when she walked into the galley. It had been like this every morning since they had left the mainland for their island tour — she would awaken from a peaceful sleep to find her breakfast awaiting her. On the table was the coffee urn, her favourite mug (with the cream and sugar already in it) and a light breakfast of mangos, strawberries and yogurt. Elizabeth marvelled at how Ben could prepare all this quietly while she slept nearby and couldn’t believe that he would want to creep out of bed so early and do this simply to make her smile. (more…)