It was a big house in one of the city’s finest neighborhoods, befitting the owner of a prosperous tech business. When the door opened, I stared at an attractive blonde woman wearing shorts and a very full blouse. She held a drink in her hand and
The car was late. Standing in front of her house, next to her luggage, Stephanie looked around anxiously. Finally she saw the Cadillac limo coming up the street, and she relaxed some. She still had time to catch her flight.
Shit! The thing
It was the day of the big game, and I was on the field early. No, I’m not a player, though I was 25 years ago. My name is Biff Brody, and I write a sports column for The Chronicle. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of football games in my life, and th
It was a beautiful day in San Francisco. The sun was shining brightly and there was a fresh breeze blowing off the ocean. Since his time was pretty much his own in early retirement, Will decided to take a boat ride on the Bay. Normally the tour bo
Gloria had been through a lot in her 38 years and had coped with it all. So forget this little embarrassment with her daughter and the girl’s boyfriend that she didn’t really care about (or why had she walked out on him in the middle of the nigh
“Meet April,” you say as you usher a sleek brunette into my apartment.
I am wondering what’s going on because you have taken me completely by surprise. I thought we were going to spend an evening alone, just the two of us, and that’s why I an
The sound of loud voices awakened Gloria at 3:00 a.m. They were coming from the next room where her daughter, Julie, and boyfriend, Tom, were spending the night. They had been out on the town and, since they lived in the suburbs and it was a long d
“So do you think I have read any of this woman’s books?” my wife, Mary, asked as she stepped into her panties.
“Oh, I doubt it,” I replied, buttoning my shirt. “She writes about anthropology and stuff, not really women’s subjects.
The voice on the telephone sent a shock wave through me, followed by a rush of warmth. It was her! I couldn’t possibly mistake that throaty, confident tone. Three weeks had passed since my exciting afternoon with Angel
Getting dressed for the party, Molly was aware once again of the vague discontent that afflicted her marriage. She looked over at her husband Keith, who was just pulling up his tighty-whities. He was a slim and handsome man who was also a loving he
Angela lay stretched out on her tummy, on the worn leather couch in my office. She wore blue nylon panties, a garter belt, sheer stockings, and high-heeled shoes. I stood over her, naked and aroused. The most remarkable thing about our situation w
“Oooh, God! This is crazy.” Angela’s slender fingers with bright red nails glided up and down shallowly in her split. She tossed her head, and I liked what that did to her brown hair, whipping it around her shoulders. She leaned back, her l
The moment I saw her, I wanted her. She was not such a great beauty, but she had fascinating eyes and a way of looking at a man that appealed directly to his manhood. By that I mean there was nothing cutesy about her. No simpering little-girlishne