Wine Stories

Life had become hard for her since the divorce but she pushed ahead, telling herself there was a man out there for every woman. Her friends, her parents, and even one or two business associates agreed to that but for Julia life just wasn’t going that way. That is until four or so months afterward, when she had planned to have an addition put on the back of her home, and she knew they were coming that day and so she planne...

This is a work of fiction... I love Stephen with all my heart. He is sexy and sweet. He has a cute patch of stubble, and a button nose. His voice turns me on so much that I feel moisture trickling down my thigh. He is my soul mate. He is not my boyfriend! He sits behind me in my lectures, so close that I can smell the exact brand of aftershave he is wearing. I am meant to be listening to the lecturer but I can only think...

The snow starts to fall as I sit here waiting for you to get home. I keep the car running so I don't get cold. You thought I had to work late and you are taking your time getting home. We have been texting all day and I told you that I was. You finally come down the road and turn into the driveway. I know you didn't see me because I parked in a place I could watch you and you not see me. You enter the house and close the...

It was the middle of the day and I was lounging around the house in some lace boy short panties that allowed all of my sexy chocolate ass to hang out the bottom and a plain white t-shirt with no bra, so my 34C tits hung freely. I had pulled my hair up in a loose ponytail and had just put the finishing touches of color to my own pedicure. I had taken the day off from work, just to relax. It had been a stressful week and I...

I drink red wine before the fire; She shares my cup with grace. Cold winds howl, the fire’s blaze Chases chill away. I lay her down and drink my wine From the hollow of her throat; Spilling out across her breast, My hungry lips then race. Her navel is a tankard full Of wine, ripe for the taking. Below, out spills her own sweet wine; A far more heady vintage. Rosé cheeks. Chablis skin. Bordeaux tips her heaving breasts. Cl...