It was May of 2004, and my company sent me to an industry meeting in Chicago. I was the only one from our company that attended, and I was quite sure that I wouldn’t see anyone else that I knew at the meeting. That, combined with the simple fact that I hate meetings, meant I was pissing and moaning about having to go to the dumb thing. Kelly, the sweet wife that she was, offered to go along and hang out. Kelly and I were...

"Whatcha got there, Sam?" Vanessa leaned over my shoulder looking at the storyboard I was sketching into existence. She seemed a little closer than a work colleague usually should be. Or perhaps it was a perfectly normal distance between us that was otherwise largely occupied by her breasts. That stupid brain of mine, always imagining things to be more than they are. I collected my thoughts on her question, for now. "Chec...

There are about fifteen of us swarming the grounds of Mrs. Jackson's little house. Two weeks ago at work, Ellen and Chantal mentioned that some people from their church were volunteering to do some much-needed work for this elderly lady whose property is in disrepair, and a few of us from the office were half-challenged, half-encouraged to join. None of the others who signed up are from my department or even my side of th...

Do you remember Steven that works at the coffee shop? He has an on-site job training for which he needs an interpreter. Of course I remembered him. Not only had I used my mouth to voice for him as my deaf client, but I had also been lured - 3 times - into using my mouth to service his very tempting cock. I obviously couldn't admit that to the agency coordinator, though, so I simply replied: Yes, I remember him. When is th...

In 1998, Matthieu was twenty-eight and teaching tennis at the Monsanto Country Club in Phoenix, Arizona. A year earlier he had been doing engineering work in the Utah salt flats, a quick but well-paying job for the state's Non-Profit Housing Corporation. A friend suggested they do a quick tour of Arizona before heading back to Marseille and he gladly tagged along. The others left after a week, as scheduled. Matthieu postp...

All girls flirt. Little girls go, "Oh Daddy please." Teens flirt because their hormones are out of control. Adults flirt because they like to. I think we need some background to the Thrill series. My wife Carol is a stunning woman, about five-foot-two, yes, eyes of blue, firm 38C tits and an awesome ass. Her skin is soft and unblemished, almost translucent. She has a voracious appetite for thrilling sex. She is also a bri...

I knew She was packing when I met Her. Yes, I know the T-gurls come in here, and some are pretty, but they bulge according to nature. The male tree goes up and it goes down, rising and falling according to the moment. This woman just bulged, no rise or fall there. It was always there, a long tube down the inside of Her leg. And unnaturally large. I admit I was looking, for I studied Her carefully. Lady Anita runs play par...

We haven’t spoken properly for a while but that’s probably my fault, I found myself relying on your messages to make me happy. The days I didn’t hear anything from you were my worst days. So, I took myself off social media to try to get over this infatuation, crush, whatever you want to call it. But it doesn’t work. I sit there thinking about you, about what we could be doing or talking about if we were together. I lay at...