Clunky Boobs

“© 2003 Jazz E.

This is part 2 of a 3 part story.”

Maggie had worried the whole afternoon and evening, and would have come home much, much earlier, had the rest of the ladies only let her. So she and the girls had only just arrived, just in time to witness the massive quadruple climax erupt to the astonishment and delight of the whole libertine team. It was, she had to admit, impressive by anyone”s standards, and she stood, astounded by the vitality of the whole tableau, until it slowly collapsed in front of her. Men and women alike, everyone present seemed awed by the spectacle. No one said a word. Once again, as Maggie stared at the limp figure, sticky with sweat and cum, looking impossibly delicate and petite, entangled there amongst the three hulking brutes, she wondered what she had done. Guilt and fear, and perhaps, some feeling of unfulfilled responsibility, rose to finally move Maggie to action. With nary a word to anyone – including Torin, who still lay, unmoving, half under the insensate sylph – Maggie scooped Lucy”s limp body into her arms and carried her to the bathroom, where she set about running a tub, replete with bath oil and bubbles. (more…)

I felt the butterflies as I crested the old familiar hill and saw Elmwood spread out across the prairie.

I was still several miles away from my exit on the interstate, but in this part of the country you can see a long way, especially from a high vantage point.

For the most part, it was just as I had remembered it. There was the chemical plant on the south end of town where my father had worked for 15 years, the old water tower on the east side and the old courthouse that dominated the center of town. (more…)

Mala was again having differences with Kapil. This was nothing new. Mala never had a healthy married life from day one of her marriage. She had to go through immense pressures from her in laws and under all situations, Kapil stood by his parents. Moreover Kapil was always the dominating kind when it came to sex. He used to force Mala to do things which she never wanted including several uncomfortable positions and anal sex. In order to let things cool off, she along with her two daughters left his house and went to her parent’s place (more…)

Gina had been looking forward to visiting her former sorority sister Anna for weeks. Gina had moved to rural Missouri for work after they graduated from college several years ago, and while Anna had been enjoying life in Dallas, Gina suffered from the lack of social options in small town life. Tonight, Anna had promised to introduce Gina to a few of her friends and, as luck would have it, there was an art gallery opening taking place downtown at a gallery run by a friend of Anna’s. Gina came prepared, with the requisite black cocktail dress - hoping to at least turn a few heads as they had years ago in college, and as Gina had not done much of since. (more…)

“So you liked watching your wife getting treated like such a cock whore,” Cindy asked me.

“I think you could feel my cock twitching in you as I watched.”

“Well that’s good because your assistant is a huge cock whore. Let me show you something.”

She got off me and walked over to her bag. I admired watching her naked body move smoothly across the room. She grabbed what looked like a CD or DVD jewel box and walked back across the room.

“This is something I did a few years ago. Are you familiar with the web site ‘Cum On Her Face’?” (more…)

The years had passed quickly and I had enjoyed rapid promotion within my company to become its Sales and Marketing Director. As such, I travelled extensively, not least in North America where I visited clients in most states. Unfortunately, Massachusetts was not one of them and I was especially disappointed about this, since Carol and Sean, some friends that went back to my university days, had made Massachusetts their home some ten years previously. Although I had visited them on holiday, I had never been able to “drop in” for the odd weekend during a business trip - which I had hoped to do as one of the perks of company travel. (more…)

A long, long time ago, in a land…. well, it WAS a while ago, but things like this stick in your mind.

I was about twenty-three, in the Navy and stationed at a base right next to one of the premiere resort cities of the Caribbean. It was long before AIDS and all the other little “nasties” became so dauntingly prevalent, and I was - as usual - on the town and at the casinos, my regular Friday visit spots when I didn’t “catch the duty” or if some poor schnook would stand it for me. I was a lucky player and usually could support my champagne tastes on the winnings…. God alone knows the “Big Eagle” shit very thinly in those days, and without my “luck” I’d have been condemned to the “shot and beer” scene at the local bordellos. Eccchh. (more…)

The soft yellow glow of lampshades lulled Charlie to sleep in the late hours after the guests had gone home. His roommate, Kevin, clanged the last of the empty wine and beer bottles into the bin before retiring next to him on the couch. Kevin yawned drowsily when he noticed that his friend had dozed off. He sank into the plush cushions and gazed wearily at his girlfriend, who was still tidying up from his party in the kitchen alcove across the room. She looked beautiful in the twilight, and Kevin felt himself a lucky man. (more…)

“**This is the second story I wrote. It is a continuation of Overtime – Chapter 1. Thank you to my friends from the Lit board who helped me with the editing. All the characters and situations are of course fictional.**”

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Jody sighed contentedly, nuzzling her head against Marcus’s chest as she lay on top of him. He stroked her hair gently with his right hand, while tracing along her neck and shoulders with the other. Neither one of them had spoken since Marcus had finished fucking Jody against the desk in their shared office. (more…)

Welcome Home. I’ve been here waiting; patient, eager.

I hope you don’t mind but I’ve taken certain liberties. Slid a disc in the player so the background you hear is a comfort; soft and soothing. No horns or drums, just tides of the harp and flute, and perhaps a low base clarinet. Not so much a blaze of sound. Not so much a delicate whimper or moan. But a whisper all the same like a ripe, vibrant pant.

I’ve put all the clothes in the wash so I’m afraid it’s rather bare that I greet you…just high black heels upon little feet, a glossy red dew dressing lush parted lips and icy diamond solitaires which heat the bed of the creamy smooth, milk-white ears they weigh and lay upon. (more…)