Archive for January, 2008

Aviary

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008
Sex always seemed to be a contest for Lisa and Trey, a competition of

imagination or stamina or daring or flexibility. Who could do what, where, how, the most? To him she seemed to be a dream come true. An attractive older woman with no […]

Aussy part2

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

brought in by the case. I had a seat and started watching some movie called star virgin. The girl on screen was shoving a “space” dildo in her gash and foam started to overflow from inside her. For the next few hours that was the only memorable scene. […]

Aussy

Monday, January 14th, 2008

“I hereby give myself over to chronic masturbation”, I announced to

myself. My words were chopped up in the ceiling fan and then fell dead in the silent flat. Traveling alone to Cairns, Australia was exciting in one way. I mean there is the barrier reef and islands and […]

Anal Sex Circus part5

Sunday, January 13th, 2008

I moved closer to the bed.

“You think it’s a trick?” she whispered.

She played a few more notes. The sound was coming from between the cute little cheeks so delicately covered in the gauze of her panties. The silky panties tautly covered her well-rounded butt. I could make out the sight of her anus […]

Anal Sex Circus part4

Saturday, January 12th, 2008

scum dripping down my thighs to prove it. My ass felt so tingly! Was it pain? Or…was it greedy pleasure! Yes! I was an anal whore! I was then! And I am now.”

Dominique twitched her bulbous butt and said, “Fuck my asshole! Screw me! Drill it […]

Anal Sex Circus part3

Friday, January 11th, 2008

my legs up! I began to beg for it! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Put it up my thirsty cunt!

“But suddenly my hungry pussy felt empty! His long, thick cock slithered out. As I lay on my back, he glared down at me, disgust on his face. He […]

Anal Sex Circus part2

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

see them perform. Here, there were rooms. On each gold-curtained door was a picture of the girl within.

I, along with a half dozen men, studied these pictures as we walked up and down the corridor. A picture of an angelic, sweet-faced blonde girl caught my eye. Under the picture was the […]

Anal Sex Circus

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

Unlike so many of the bawdy houses of Amsterdam, the building bore no signs. In fact, as I stood in front of the chipped, black door marked #12, I almost thought it was all a practical joke. What did I know about the strange Hazraj, the turk who, in drunken friendliness at the […]

Alma part6

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

wet cunt over my cock, easing me into her. “Mmmm, yeah,” I replied, and she began moving up and down with shallow strokes. I reached around her, grasping the airplane’s control yoke with one hand, squeezing the nipple of her right breast with the fingers of the other.

The red beam […]

Alma part5

Monday, January 7th, 2008

747 heavy; converging traffic, an Aztec at 5 thousand, 12 o’clock, fifteen miles. I’ll try to work out a higher for you after Orlando. Maintain 4000.” I uttered the airman’s universal complaint for circumstances like this: “Shit!” I said. Alma laughed, “Relax, Sherlock, it’s a long […]

Alma part4

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

transmissions, worked as an intercom. I pressed the push-to-talk button, and, for lack of a better introduction to the night’s conversation, asked Alma; “I’ve seen the new wings in the pilot’s lounge; who’s running for the president of the mile-high club?” She replied “they can’t elect a president yet; all their […]

Alma part3

Saturday, January 5th, 2008

with Montgomery, Alabama as a weather alternate, gathered my maps — “charts” in pilot lingo, and returned to the lounge to tell Alma she was welcome.

I loaded Alma in the Travelair’s right seat, handed her the checklist and fired-up the two engines. We, used the challenge and response system […]

Alma part2

Friday, January 4th, 2008

small gold wings with a cloisonne’ panel in the center, bearing the numbers “5280.” A second, and then third, pendant soon appeared on other necks. Although none of us had the nerve to ask, it appeared that the mile-high club was more than talk.

My turn to fly the Atlanta […]

Alma

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

I was in the window seat of a Piedmont 737, taxiing out at Washington National that morning. My destination was New Orleans with a change of planes in Atlanta. As we passed the transient ramp in front of Butler Aviation, I saw my old airplane. It had been […]

Airscrew or How I joined the Six Mile High Club part4

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

smooth inside skin of her thighs.

Karen unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under the blankets. “Please..” she moaned - “please..” - I felt the same way. She turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed her shapely bum against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us […]