I tied the belt of the pink silk robe around my waist, took a deep breath, and knocked on Mister T's door. He'd told me to knock on his door at 10 o'clock, and I waited until the last possible second. "Come in!" I heard him yell. I wasn't surprised to see Billy there. It did surprise me to see what he was wearing: a shiny, black leather thong. When he turn...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Richard Ignatius Pennington, Rip as he called himself, checked the card, and then checked the door number. 413; freshmen got the fourth floor of the dormitory. Sophomores got the third floor, juniors were on the second floor, and the se...
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob. My ex-wife used to call me Robert, although it was inva...
Thank you for the feedback! All characters are 18+ ***** May 2nd 2020 They had heard, then saw. the jets again just a few days ago. Steven couldn't identify them. They had Russian markings and looked old. Jennifer didn't care. Who ever was running America these days wouldn't find them in their carnivorous paradise. Jennifer was pregnant again, and was...
Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback, I really appreciate it -- however, I write like a snail, so I'm pretty shocking with the updates, sorry : / NB: Fictitious story with fictitious people and situations, always use protection, blah blah blah * Deacon fastened the final button on his shirt and grabbed his name badge off the dresser, knocking over a pi...
Well hello everyone. It's been a bumpy ride but I've finally finished the story. So this episode, the seventh one, wraps up everything. And I've thoroughly enjoyed writing this and receiving all those mails and feedbacks. Love my fans and everyone who has mailed me and allowed the story to come so far. This one's totally dedicated to you all. The story ends...
This story begins with a previous submission, "Caught!" I woke up the next morning, having slept like a baby. Although the sex the night before didn't quite fulfill my fantasies, I was very satisfied with the turn of events. My wife did everything she could to make me happy and, for the most part, she did a great job. I really couldn't complain but I still...
"So, tell me about you and Marcus," my dad said after he'd sat himself down opposite me with his glass of white wine. "What's there to tell?" I asked with a shrug after taking a deep gulp from the beer he'd handed me. I was more used to being passed a glass of coke or Sprite but now that I'd spent my first term at university and was seen as 'all growed up',...
"Are you sure this is the address?" Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok's Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors...
It were Franny's idea that we oughta keep bees, so, in the end, whatever the joke is, it be on Franny more'n on me. "We need more than what we can grown on this land now that we have another mouth to feed," she had said. Her sayin' "we" struck me hard at the time, as it had done ever since I'd asked her pa for her hand over in Pearisburg, where we'd both be...