B belted the lyrics for the millionth time today. The Zac Brown Band had a way of getting him in the right state of mind for solo fishing on a Saturday. B’s fishing boat bounced through the warm intercostal waters. His cheeks windburned and rosy from hours out on the water. Few feelings compared to the afterglow of a good day of fishing, or a good fuck. His mind drifted to how he could combine the two. Find himself a mermaid? Did mermaids have pussy holes? Meh. He could fuck her in the mouth if she didn’t. The day’s catch sloshed in the boat’s well. Sea trout, flounder, and a couple of sheepshead would grill up real nice tonight. A little butter, steamed broccoli, roasted (and buttered!) red potatoes. Some of those suckers were still alive. They sporadically flapped their tails and flip-flopped against the well walls to let him know. Green markers on his right and red markers on his left guided him toward the Cape Haze Marina. He throttled down when he had the marina in sight. Was
I imagine myself, driving down the road in Blue, intent on getting away from the craziness of life and looking to escape to a place where no one can find me. In my rush to get away, I throw a tent, blanket and a few essentials in the back of the truck, but now realize all the things I forgot to grab. As I’m kicking myself for my lack of forethought, I see a vehicle in the distance pulled over on the side of the road with the hood up. Not having the patience to be a Good Samaritan today I intend to drive by, until I notice you standing in front of the vehicle in your torn jeans and tank top with a perplexed look on your face as you stared at the smoke coming from the engine. I immediately started to slow my truck as though I had begun hearing the song of a siren beckoning me off course toward what my gut said might be danger.After sitting in that blind all morning, my patience was starting to wear thin as it felt as though I had just wasted yet another Saturday morning. My mind drifte
All I could do was nod once. His lips were on mine before my head could go up to start the next nod.He kept one hand around the nape of my neck and the other he placed at the top of jeans. His fingers grappled with the button and zip as my legs naturally reacted and opened wider him.The scene was frenzied hunger now. I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled mine to my ankles, letting the edges land in the lake water. The soft bank was cool and gritty on my ass. Before he could press his body weight into me and pin me down, though, I wanted him dirty.It was too much! Everything that made up this girl was drawing me into her! I hardly knew anything about her, and yet, I felt like I knew everything about her. She was life and beauty and adventure and grace and beautiful and carefree and I couldn’t keep my naturally sober mind from reeling out of control with thoughts of what this moment could be. I felt her attention on me as well and I knew there was no way I was walking out of these woo
This is the last fucking swimming pool I’m ever cleaning, B thought. This really is the last one. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his rust-dusted blue truck, waiting for his turn to drive off the ferry that shuttled him and his decaying pool gear from Seattle to Whidbey Island. He made this trip twice a month in the summer, and a couple of times throughout the winter for one person: WY — an entrepreneur with a $6 million waterfront estate on Smuggler’s Cove. In the two years he had serviced WY’s pool and jacuzzi, B had never met the man. Instead, he learned about him through headlines in The Seattle Times. WY was always selling, buying, or merging one company with another. When he wasn’t brokering deals in the U.S., he was traveling to Tokyo to indulge in snail facials and win back-alley street races. Details of his life flooded social media and the press faster than a gash in an above-ground vinyl swimming pool. WY was the kind of balanced businessman that B liked t
He flipped over the front of the book to see the title. It was Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot. “Well, that’s fitting,” B laughed and closed the book. He fell deeper into the recesses of the chair. He brought the glasses up to his face and thought, If this is what an estate man does, then let me be an estate man for just a couple of minutes while the whiskey does its work. B let Dostoyevksy’s words run through his mind like a new mantra — it’s life that matters… the process of discovering… the everlasting and perpetual process… — and slid the glasses onto his face. The moment the brass touched the bridge of his nose, B was paralyzed. Heavy. His head snapped back into the chair. A tingling warmth crept through the soles of his boots and into the soft palms of his feet, running up his calves and the back of his knees. It was simultaneously the most wonderful, yet excruciating sensation B had ever experienced. Still better than the rewarding release of a hard sneeze or a good cum.As the warm
When Matt Krump returned to his home in California from the Middle East after a year away, he was eighteen thousand dollars richer and one wife poorer. These things were no surprise as he had suspected his wife of being unfaithful to him since shortly after he'd shipped out, and the money was savings he had accumulated while he was away.Candice, his wife, had been careless and was now carrying another man's baby so she could not deny the infidelity, nor had she an alibi or excuse for her actions.Of course, he had been informed of the facts of her betrayal several weeks before his return, so his emotions had been calmed by the time he'd returned. Now, on his return, it was just a matter of cleaning up the mess.Matt had considered the matter carefully; he still had strong feelings for his wife and had decided to talk to her to see if they might work things out. On his return, his hopes had risen when she met him at the airport but were quickly dashed when she made no effort to kiss h
I vaguely sensed the mattress heave beneath me from my almost unconscious sleep. I forced my eyes open long enough to glance at the digital clock glowing red in the darkness from the nightstand. It was a little before six. It was unusual for him to get up this late, even if it was Saturday. I rolled to the cool middle of the bed and went back to sleep, hugging a pillow fresh with his scent.Sleep returned immediately, and when I woke, I was filled with a happy, peaceful feeling that most assuredly had come from a dream I could not remember. I opened my eyes, one at a time, and felt the sun warming the leg that was curled outside the single sheet covering me as I gazed through the shade-less window at another brilliant sunny summer day.I had been sleeping naked since our honeymoon almost twenty years ago. Although uncomfortable initially, I loved it now and never felt rested if I slept any other way. Of course, there were those surprising sexual benefits I was often the recipient of d
Finally free, I spun my legs off the wedge and sat up, grabbing Sam's arm and spinning him around, so he was facing me. I pulled him hard to me and draped my mouth over his dripping, pulsing member in one smooth motion. Before I could treat us any further, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back in an attempt to remove my mouth from his shaft. I wanted him and was determined to continue, so I clenched his butt cheeks with my fingers and pulled him forward again in an attempt to keep him in my mouth. With only the head of his cock still in my mouth, I continued sucking with purpose when he pulled my hair again this time hard enough to pull my mouth off completely. "I am your master, and you are my subject; you may not do that until I give you permission." I slouched and sat pouting and panting."You may get dressed now, no panties or bra, Wear your short, threadbare cut-offs and a tight white shirt. When you are dressed, come find me, and we will go get a bite to eat." Still slightl
After a few minutes, I pulled back and told him we needed to talk. He groaned in a joking way and said, "I was kind of enjoying that." I replied that "it would have to wait for a few minutes." I told him that I loved him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He interrupted me by saying, "I'm not sure I like where this is going." I laughed this off and told him that I wanted to be totally honest with him. I told him that I had been looking for jobs to help with the bills. I explained that I didn't want to hide anything from him, but I knew how much pressure he was under, and I thought it was only right to try and help. To my relief. He pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and said, "you're an amazing wife, thank you." He proceeded to ask me about where I had applied. I explained the luck (or lack of luck) I had at the mall, and I told him that I had posted an ad online. I gave him the general idea of what the ad said, and he asked if I had any responses. I told him about the two op
For those that don't know the term Girlfriend Experience, it is a service provided by a call girl or prostitute that includes personal activities, such as going on dates, bathing, massages, or even kissing. It can also involve role-playing, and more, including sex. It is essentially those things that a girlfriend would do in a relationship with no strings attached and money provided in exchange for these services. A little about myself: My name is Sasha and I'm a wife and a mother of three amazing kids. I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and for the most part, life is really great. I'm in my mid-thirties and my husband is a few years older than I am. I have an athletic build, I'm about 5 foot 9 inches tall, blonde/brown hair, smallish breasts, and over the years I've probably received the most compliments on my ass. My husband is a good looking guy and he keeps himself in pretty good shape too. I truly believe we're a nice looking couple. Now that I have that out of the way, on with
It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him."What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her."It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile."Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said."Yes, they don't use their freedom because they were fostered to be Unsu
I was 22 years old at the time, and being male from the South of England, I found myself working the late shift again where I was bartending. I was tired of the bar scene, and while beautiful women came in all the time, no one really connected with me. I was tired of superficial relationships and had never had been in love. I wanted that more than ever now that my mother had passed.A friend of mine had introduced me to a dating site that had been successful for them. I eagerly looked through profiles, and I was just generally chatting to people when I came across this one profile that stood out to me. She had blonde hair, 5 ft. 7 in. and sexier than any woman I had ever seen before. I was a bit wary of online dating scams but I decided to take a chance. I enthusiastically said hello, and for the first couple of minutes, it was just small talk like favourite colours, likes and dislikes, and that sort of thing. She saw my profile picture and asked if it was really me, and I told her i
It was a great day to hunt, and I had seen tracks in the snow all morning, but there were no animals in sight. In the past, I would have had a deer bagged and tagged by now. Something was peculiar this morning, though; I smelled smoke, and the more I walked, the stronger it became.It couldn't be the old Miller cabin; no one has lived there in five years. I thought I better check to see if someone was trespassing. I knew old lady Miller and have kept in touch with her over the years since she moved two states away. As I was walking towards the cabin, I realized that it had been at least three months since I talked to her by phone. As I cleared the stand of trees surrounding the cabin, I noticed a woman making trips one after another into the log house.She was carrying boxes in, so I ruled out theft right away. When I was within earshot, the lady turned my way with a start and said-"That's close enough, mister, what are you doing on my property?"I couldn't explain fast enough as I s
Astrid, my wife, and I work for a level 1 trauma center in East Tennessee. Our hours are long and grueling. Sometimes we don't get home for days on end. Especially during the summer. The Interstate runs through the city, and there are always people harming themselves or others, and our ER stays busy 24/7.After three days of on-call, Astrid and I had a precious five days off. We literally ran to the car before anyone had a chance to change their mind. We had an hour and a half drive ahead of us, the sun was going down, and the AC was on full blast. Astrid said she wanted to stop for coffee on the way, so just before hitting the six-lane, we stopped at the dinner and got two cups to go.Once I emerged, I realized how dark it was, and I stumbled across the gravel parking lot; and when I got back to the car, I set the cups on the roof, opened the door and grabbed the cups, and went to set them in the cup holders.To my pleasant surprise, Astrid was sitting there in the seat naked as the
I come home and find you in the master bathtub taking a bubble bath with your blonde hair slightly wet as you bath while sipping some white wine from a long-stemmed glass. There is a wet luster on your lips. You smile coyly and say, "Hello." Your ample breasts are wet, and your large pink nipples are hard. You've been waiting for me and thinking of our afternoon.I sit next to you and use the washcloth to rub your back and squeeze the warm soapy water out of it onto your shoulders and watch as it runs down your back. We talk a little, and I see you have your finger and toenails freshly painted a pretty red color. Then I help you out of the bath and give you a towel. You wrap the towel around you and take your wine glass and say you'll be back in a few minutes as you walk off through the house to another bedroom.There are fresh sheets turned down on our bed, and there are Liberator cushions all around. At the foot of the bed is a larger cushion/bench that is even with the top of the b
It was the week before my twenty-fourth birthday, and six friends were ready to enjoy a scuba diving holiday up the beautiful African East coast. It was incredibly humid as we set off. My boyfriend Mark was squished against me in the backseat of the four by four, while my two classmates and friends sat beside him. The other two guys were my friend Paul's cousin, and the last guy was Ken, someone my boyfriend and I had become close to over the past month. Paul was also close to Ken, too; they had been with the group for a month. The road trip was sweaty, but a bonding experience, and we arrived ready for ocean, sun, sand, and fun.My boyfriend and I were having some relationship issues, which only I was privy too, having by now dropped so many hints I was considering ending things after this holiday and pending me starting work as a doctor in a different province come the new year.We had been together six years now, and he was my first and only sexual partner. Sex is and always was lo
Having sex with my fellow college student, Sarah, had been my longtime fantasy. Every day I liked her more and more, not just for her looks, but her sweet personality as she was funny and kind to all she encountered beyond being gorgeous. Being with her seemed unattainable as she was out of my league socially and far beyond reach from my awkward and introverted, academic personality. Yet, here she was, in my small apartment, intoxicated on drugs or alcohol or both, and begging to be allowed to spend the night.I had been walking home from the library when I saw her in front of my small rental apartment that was tucked in a renovated house. She could barely stand, so I let her into my place. As she'd entered my apartment, muttering something about her friends having left her, she shocked me as she brightened and asked if she could stay the night. "Please? she irresistibly begged. "My parents and they would kill me if they saw me like this."I considered what opportunities that offered,