Clean Stories

“Just be quiet and listen, okay?” she snapped. With a look of concern on his face, he nodded once. “I want to watch.” The phrase hung in the air. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and she could barely believe that she had said it – finally. “Actually, it’s more than that. I want to be on the bed with you,” she clarified. A look of confusion spread across his face. “Let me be more specific,” she said, pausing and bi...

His reflection's on my screen, washing my twenty-stories-up window. We both deserved a work break.   Skirt and panties fell. Balancing my forehead on my desk, I jutted my ass towards him. Fingers spread my cheeks, teasing my naughty hole.  Like what you see, window-man? I grabbed my plug. Pussy spat on it and it popped right in.  His window washing stopped. After ass-fucking myself a few times, I invited my lonely bullet...

Country living is dark at night, dark and quiet. The only light comes from the moon, the stars and the two mercury vapor field lights. The only noise from crickets, cicadas and an occasional dog bark. I half sensed, half heard Mary coming home; her arrival disturbed my deep sleep. The clock on the bedside table told me it was one-twelve, late, but not as late as she has been other Thursdays. Mary made as little noise as p...

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 2) I awoke with a start and looked to the bedside table where the hotel had placed a digital alarm clock with green glowing numbers. 5:59 and I needed the bathroom. The room was completely dark and I swung my legs off the bed and, remembering the layout of my room headed for the bathroom sporting a piss proud cock. I hit the wall with a bang. “Fuck!” I said. “What the hell?” An energy saving l...