A soft purple dusk was creeping out like smoke from beneath the trees by the Seine when I saw her. A small, pale figure with a mop of black hair, sitting on the right bank, knees drawn up, a big pad of paper in her lap, her upward glance fleeting. Sketching. Sketching me. I was leaning on the parapet of the Pont Neuilly, watching the shadows fall over the r...
I brought Sharon breakfast in bed. It was the least I could do, after all I had seduced the lovely, dark-haired bikini model. As I dipped some little pieces of bread and butter into a soft-boiled egg and fed them to her, I asked: "Tell me about the bikini model scene, do those hunky male models hit on you a lot?" Sharon, a stunningly-attractive 20-year-old...
There was a sequel to 'Mergin,' for not many days after the newly un-virginal Jennifer and rejoicing Dulcinda had left, hand in hand, a newcomer came into the gallery and hovered just inside the door. A woman, holding under her arm a large, newspaper-wrapped rectangular bundle, probably containing pictures to show me. Dressed in a loose black tracksuit, she...
The crunching blast of the coffee grinder tore through the small studio apartment, instantly waking Lee from her slumber. It took her a few moments to recall where she was. The exposed brick walls seemed oddly familiar, the hand-crafted furniture beside her radiated functionality and form. And the sofa she was currently lying on was ancient, and very comfort...
The redheaded martial artist Katherine hurled a couple of irritable kicks at the punching bag, her large breasts bouncing with the movement. Typical Elaine. Late as usual, she fumed as she practiced a few more basic combos on the bag, the front of her modified martial arts gi flipping up to expose her white panties each time she kicked high. Despite its modi...
Katherine had had a busy week with work. She had been at a small working conference at Lake Placid, in New York State, up in the mountains. Autumn had started to descend during the 10 days she had been a resident in the hotel, resulting in the trees starting to change colour, the leaves turning reds, oranges and browns. For anyone who has not been there, wor...
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are espec...
Carl finished his third and final picture of nude Camilla around a quarter to six; he paid her, and she reluctantly put her clothes on, for she had to hurry over to Luvlee's and begin stripping and lap-dancing there. Before leaving, she said, "Remember sir--I mean, Carl--feel free to rape me again any time; I'll let you." "Don't say 'rape', Camilla!" the a...
Note: I might upload one or two bonus chapters one day. But, I felt this was a good place to conclude the story for now. Thank you all for checking this out! -------- A week had gone by since the club thing happened. You might think that Lia and I would have had more... Personal time together since then. You'd be wrong. Because immediately after that, L...
Well, will introduce myself, I am an African princess, somewhere in Africa. My family has been ruling the kingdom forever, and it is hierarchical, I happen to be one of the daughters of the current king. I was well educated in some of the best schools in the country, and I am smart in school, therefore passing exams was never a problem. But right now, with m...